Aftermath: Getting To Your Retreat When The Threat Is Real

Sunday, August 10, 2014
By Paul Martin

Mike Ulanski
August 9th, 2014

With the woman he’d rescued from the accident on St. Route 43 carefully slung over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, Jason Jones jogged steadily towards the ever-blackening plumes of smoke clouding over Huntsville, Illinois. His muscles ached and throbbed with each step, but the adrenaline pumping in his veins and his years as a trained combatant carried him forward. His family might be in danger, even with the preparations they’d made, and Jason was going to do whatever he could to save them.

The firemen who had been working to extinguish the blaze that now consumed most of Hunstvilles’ meager downtown area had set up a first aid station at the edge of town.

“Car Accident,” Jason said, panting from the seven mile run into town.

“Set her down here.” A firemen and an EMT helped Jason hoist the woman down off of his shoulders and onto a waiting stretcher. There were several occupied stretchers set up in haphazard rows all around, with dozens of EMTs and firemen scurrying about them.

“Things got bad here quick didn’t they?” Jason said looking at the scene around him.

“Bad? The whole damn town’s burnin’ down!” said the fireman. “We lost power in the trucks, the pumps, radios, everything.”

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