“The California mountains unfolded three thousand feet beneath his boots, a familiar green and gold patchwork of trees and grassy slopes. Today’s mission was no high altitude free fall over the unforgiving Afghani countryside. Those jumps had been pure adrenaline rush, his head shutting down and his training and body taking over until he hit the target, hit the ground.Overhead, the chopper’s rotors beat a steady whup-whup-whup as Spotted Dick leveled them out over the day’s jump zone. While this... was just a practice run, the team treated it as seriously as the real deal. There was no room for error in the air, and a wildland fire was, in the end, simply one more battlefield. Sure, Mother Nature was lobbing the grenades, but she could be a tough, unforgiving bitch, permitting no ceasefire or retreat. “You good to go?” Jack Donovan roared the question into Tye’s ear. The helmet couldn’t block the bellow, nor could the thundering rush of air from the open bay. Tye flashed a thumbs up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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