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There i stood. Frozen. Asphyxiated on the sight which i had seen moments ago no less than the immediate sight before me. I feared for my life, even though it was someone else's life who had actually been jepordized. I began shaking uncontrollably. I was in no real danger, that could be seen. Inside a shattered, smoking cockpit there lay an unconscious pilot. He appeared to be asleep. His eyes were closed, a gash in his forehead produced a small river of blood which flowed down the side of his face. I had seen the entire incident only moments ago. An older, military-looking helecopter flew along side my car, which i had been driving through a forested, country backroad. He seemed to be flying rather low, and dangerously slow. Strangely his craft slowed and turned, seemingly to look at me. It's puppet-like dimensions, in this (what i believed to be) wreckless flying procedure were thrown about when they contacted a grove of trees only a short distance ahead of me. Immediately forsaking my judgements of his brash flying technique, i pulled to the side of the road and bolted through the forest to help this stranger. Now i couldnt remember why i so hurriedly rushed into the forest, having no proper medical training or experience. I did feel that i should have done something for him, but i didn't know where to even begin to help him. I immediately decided to remove him from the craft, but then i thought i remembered hearing somewhere that i shouldn't move him for fear of a back injury that i might worsen. There i stood in the presence of a crashed and wounded helicopter pilot, and I, ironically, felt helpless. |