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Decision To Fly

It has been a long time. Summer of sixty-nine. Dad, Uncle Don, and I Their decision to fly. Wires, you control type. I ran and walked inside. For Pepsi cold as ice. Was there under five. Had just arrived. He hit a high-tension line. The mega-volt kind. The arcs flashed, pure white. Blinding light, ten feet high. As we knelt by his side tears welled, began to cry. It has been a long time. My Dad survived. Etched forever in mind. Truth is stranger than Fiction.

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 3/11/2023 1:18:00 PM

Frightening experience! Good write. :)

R J. Elless
Date: 3/12/2023 5:50:00 AM

Yes, it was scary. He hit that high-tension line and it burned his hands and went right through him. burned through his socks and burnt the bottom of his shoes. Lucky to be alive. It was a long time ago. Linda, Thank you for your comments, Have aGreat Day.