by Harold Norris
They had a work jacket that they put on me and insisted that I take my flying helmet off. I still had on my heated flying suit and my long underwear. They began to take me away. I hadn’t gone very far when I realized that everything wasn’t right with me. Somewhere I’d hurt my back so badly that I got so I couldn’t walk without being in intense pain.
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