Jasmine
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Posted Tue Oct 30, 2007 5:28 am...
Although it holds a place among the sacred elements, fire never brought me the same awe and mystery as the others. I was intrigued by the physical sciences in my youth, and my idea of fire had been reduced to a chemical reaction. As unsexy as the water cycle is, there are limits to Man's control of it. After hundreds of years of research, we still can't manipulate water and sky sufficient to stop droughts. The fire triangle, on the other hand, is simple. It is a chemical reaction. It is easy to defeat.
Last week I found myself in my helicopter, flying a rather unique mission. As the fires in Southern California spread and threatened structures aboard my base, we were dispatched with large "buckets" (more like flexible barrels) attached to the bottom of our aircraft that we would dip into lakes and carry over the fires to dump on the flames. I have many hours of practice carrying an external load, but not over fire. I learned something that day - fire IS a living thing. It moves according to its own will, independent of terrain or wind. It can even bend the wind to its will, creating its own weather and pressure system, as we discovered last week. Water and fire, being natural enemies, cannot coexist in the same space. If mixed, one or the other will be banished to the sky as smoke or steam, or to the earth as ash or runoff. Anything intruding upon this epic battle will also be forced to choose sides. As I flew at 125 feet through the black smoke and searing heat, my helicopter settled as the hot air dispersed the air molecules and my engine and rotor blades had to fight harder to generate thrust and avoid the lapping flames that pulled us down. The heat wrung the sweat from me and my crew, eventually evaporating each of the little drops of water that fell from our faces and onto our flightsuits and the nonskid floorboards. The thick smoke detoured briefly through our lungs, and upon encountering the moisture in our bodies, insisted that it resume its course skyward, and produced many coughing fits. The water we spread on the flames generated occasional plumes of white steam that rose alongside the columns of black smoke, offering a simple but powerful representation of the struggle between these sacred elements.
So after this experience, I must confess -- I have a new appreciation for the terrible beauty and power of this element. I'd also like to offer my prayers to those who were harmed or left homeless by the wrath of the firestorm. Stay safe, and Blessed Be.
-"Jasmine"
Last week I found myself in my helicopter, flying a rather unique mission. As the fires in Southern California spread and threatened structures aboard my base, we were dispatched with large "buckets" (more like flexible barrels) attached to the bottom of our aircraft that we would dip into lakes and carry over the fires to dump on the flames. I have many hours of practice carrying an external load, but not over fire. I learned something that day - fire IS a living thing. It moves according to its own will, independent of terrain or wind. It can even bend the wind to its will, creating its own weather and pressure system, as we discovered last week. Water and fire, being natural enemies, cannot coexist in the same space. If mixed, one or the other will be banished to the sky as smoke or steam, or to the earth as ash or runoff. Anything intruding upon this epic battle will also be forced to choose sides. As I flew at 125 feet through the black smoke and searing heat, my helicopter settled as the hot air dispersed the air molecules and my engine and rotor blades had to fight harder to generate thrust and avoid the lapping flames that pulled us down. The heat wrung the sweat from me and my crew, eventually evaporating each of the little drops of water that fell from our faces and onto our flightsuits and the nonskid floorboards. The thick smoke detoured briefly through our lungs, and upon encountering the moisture in our bodies, insisted that it resume its course skyward, and produced many coughing fits. The water we spread on the flames generated occasional plumes of white steam that rose alongside the columns of black smoke, offering a simple but powerful representation of the struggle between these sacred elements.
So after this experience, I must confess -- I have a new appreciation for the terrible beauty and power of this element. I'd also like to offer my prayers to those who were harmed or left homeless by the wrath of the firestorm. Stay safe, and Blessed Be.
-"Jasmine"













