The Hindenburg

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Is it? Could it be? No it must be some giant fluffy cloud in my sights, but as I approached it... it was! The Hindenburg. One of the finest Led Zeppilins ever made. In all my years of schooling I would have never thought I would be able service the beast! The intership seemed to good to be true but had to take it. I had only been on it once a few years before with my parents but never would I think I woild be a part of the crew. These were my first impressions of the impressive Hindenburg ship. I was enjoying my internship as the co-pilot's co-pilot. Who would have though a kid like me just out of college already having an internship and soon a job. As a mechanic/pilot in college I had serviced plenty of airships but never the Hindenburg. I enjoyed being on the airship and just looking out the window feeling like a bird. Unfortunately, everything had changed once fire burned the whole airship and me nearly with it.

It was a faboulous early morning, when we departed towards New Jersey. I served as the co-pilot's co-pilot as he taught me the ropes on how to fly the beast and even allowed me to. In return I would share my opinions and show him the most modern way of doing things since I was just out of college. This would be similar to a pilot's co-pilot. My shift would start at 0500 sharp and end at 2200. Although it was an all-day task, it was just as rewarding as challenging. In the Control Room, Captain Ernst Lehmann, Captain Heinrich Bauer, and Watch Officer Knut Eckener and I would help each other navigate across the land. Navigating the airship was similar to navigating a vessel, it consisted of a group effor which was why I got the intership. They saw a bright young man like me and gave me a chance! As the day began, I wou...

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I thought that I was dead man the second I jumped out considering the fall but survived. Due to my heroic actions, I was globally recognized but wasn't enough to replace the leg I lost in the fall. Now the prosthetic leg I wear today reminds me of all those people who were scared and bleeding out because of the fire. Everyone around me...in awe...burned... or just dead. The ones who survived had ran from the scene not knowing which way to go because it all happened to fast. Everything... POOF!...gone...all in a blazing infernal which is now known as the Hindenburg disaster. I may have lost a leg that day... but the one things it really took away was my drive. The drive to fly great distances and want to ever be like a bird in the sky again. Death when unmasked shows us a friendly face and is a terror only at a distance.

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