A hand from the passenger side reached over and put the blinker on. "But
"I lost one."
Felt like the car turned itself into the next possible turn indicated by the blinker.
"You lost an airplane?"
Pulling over as a flood of tears came like a tsunami. Car off. Hyperventilating. Paper bag breathing.
"An Airman."
"I'll call one of my mentors whose not wrapped up in hot."
A blurry faced nod and sssshhhh's keep breathing.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ri..."Good morning."
"I need to speak to," passenger grabbing for phone and a dodge, blurt of who. "I'll get her. Here she is."
"Good morning?"
"No one told us what to do in a relay routine for sig, uh, communicators if one in the action is lost."
"Putting us all on speaker."
"Here. Drink your tea love. It's cool enough now."
"They're going to help us."
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