Torn Asunder

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The Helicopter is surrounded by smoldering trees and the almost peaceful raising embers of still glowing lumps of incinerated wild wheat. Little is left of the helicopter itself; most of it’s primary components seem to be spread out across the field. It sits in the field, the tail boom sheered from the fuselage several yards away and the cabin folded like an aluminum can.
The eerie silence of the scene, a cutting edge machine torn from the sky, it’s crew gone. No bodies, only the bubbled paint of the chopper’s ID number.

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