Yuratuhl wrote:
aren't you a medic?
i remember this one time we were standing around guarding an LZ that they were dropping fuel pallets onto.
most of the time, a parachute or two out of the 40-80 pallets that got dropped wouldn't open and the pallet would fall to the ground and all the drums would break open and spew MOGAS everywhere. well, this time like 6-7 parachutes all got tangled in each other and all those drums hit the ground and there was this massive lake of gasoline. there's not a lot you can do to guard that lake from the locals (who send their kids out with buckets to steal the fuel) so i was just standing there as like 10-15 kids were traipsing around this giant puddle of gas, probably about the size of half a football field. for some reason, one of the older kids decided to light the lake on fire with all the people in the middle. the entire thing instantly caught, and most of the kids had the sense to run towards the edge, but a couple kids were right in the middle and couldn't get out. i started towards the lake but stopped when i realized there was nothing i could do. i couldn't get anywhere near the blaze without being burned as well. it was so huge and hot. we were miles and miles from any type of civilization and hundreds of miles from any kind of firefighting support, and i could see the kids in the middle beginning to double over, on fire, anyway. i didn't know what else to do, i felt like turning around would be shameful or something, or i felt like if no one saw what happened then it would devalue the absurdity of it all, so i just stood there and watched. my best friend, a shrewd, battle-hardened veteran of 5 deployments -a true warrior, shook his head and said softly, "it's just ridiculous. i want to go home."
to this day, i still don't know what i should have done.
that was the day i lost faith in humanity.