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Miranda watched the pilots carefully as their C-130 Hercules transport neared the shorter Runway 18. It crossed the main runway at one end of Campbell Army Airfield.
But the copilot was in control for the landing, and he used two hands. She didn’t get to see if the pilot used two hands or not.
Disappointed, she turned to watch out one of the three small round windows.
Wisps of smoke still wove lazily upward, lit by the first rays of sunlight. Every Striker fire truck from the entire base must be gathered around the massive wreckage in the center of the main runway.
It was too obscured by the smoke and spray foam to readily identify.
“That’s a right mess,” Holly said close by her shoulder.
Mike and Jeremy were each at one of the other two windows.
“Thanks, Miranda,” Holly continue
