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Chapter 1
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Dad with his blistered hands, took aim at our newly created submarine-like diesel tank. At this junction I could now hear an elderly neighbour praying with might something like, “Dear God help us now, before he kills us all.” As shells fired off at the fuel tanks, I could now see the wisdom behind the praying of our elderly neighbour was right on target. Dad was trying to do us all in at once. I closed my eyes for a second time, waiting for the coming promised land. But what I didn’t know was that Dad was really saving all of our hides from the impending doom and peril that laid before us.
Dad‘s shots released the growing pressure of gases in the diesel tank. Only moments later the diesel stand burned right though, casting the now violently hissing tank to the ground with an ominous thud. I closed my eyes once again for what felt like a life time of horrors, for this time I was sure the promised land was at hand. The ominous “thud,” was a sound that drove to the core of even the toughest man. At this junction the tank rolled away from the intense fire. This no doubt saved the lives of a good many souls that day.
At this sign of hope, the neighbours kicked into high gear and were now running wildly about like a legion of organised army ants with buckets of water, putting out the remainder of this now yielding fire. They were yelling to each other: “this way men,” and “More bloody water, over here…more water, and by all means hit the fire this time. That is my good shirt you are watering.” This went on until the fire was completely out and, for a moment, there was peaceful calm. Sweat that was pouring down the faces of our neighbours and tears were in the eyes of some as they thanked God for saving their lives from this brush with death. Then came the screaming sirens of the fire trucks, ready for some crazy unbelievable action; but there was only a now dying bon fire to swarm upon and a couple of small hot spots. Before leaving, they were kind enough the cut Dad’s not so brand new boots off that were now melted to his feet like cold concrete. They then gave my folks the mega bill for their late but life saving services. As the last cars lights left our yard that night I could hear Dad calmly say to Mom. “I think I am going to need a new pair of rubber boots.”
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I hope to add the other chapters in time.
Clean, but funny Short Stories Book from My Life as a youth and kid at heart that will make you Laugh. This story is on the love of fire. Page 6
Chapter 1
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Mom came out with the rifle loaded with shells and Dad painfully hopped his way to the house. I noticed at this moment that the loving neighbours were pouring into our yard, filling it to overflowing for the climax of the main event. The distress signal up above was large enough that no one needed directions to our farmyard. The black smoke plume led the way.
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