Read Sequoia Trail-A Bo Jon Littlehorse P.I. Novel. Second Edition Page 4

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  It was three-days, before the jump-down into the fire-fight. All six-men were in the meeting. Sam was the instructor-designate. ...‘Next jump-zone fall-out: Washington upper mountain range. Up around the 1,500 feet range, the incinuary-flames are heading-North by Northwest; ETA at 1,200 feet in the high-mountain range, the regulars are pitted at station 'Lambda'; winds are calm-to ten mph...’ ...‘Meteorologist, expecting cool dry-sunshine.’ ‘...Okay, we have 72-hours to drop-in.’ ‘Our major-purpose is to form a stalwart until regulars can regroup and fortify with a central-bases of coordinately, stopping-flames from reaching the lower-range’... ‘We will carry full-gear and give feedback to HQ, with a 25-minute spread’... ‘Al has given us, 16-hours to form a substanitial-fire-break…’ An established ‘day-break’ is to be to containing the forward-movement of the fire, expectingly, to slowing its cinders; statically, to slow-canopies by creating a wood-stall...' '...This was a highly, efficient-duty...' Five of the six-men having been exacting-concentrating... The rookies, were jotting-notes, doing declaratives and transfixing, existing-entities. They were contingently, being concisely and initially, correspondent.

  ‘...Are there any, question?’ David, the mind of the team asked of even the minutest-detail. As if in specifics of ground-water; was there any rocky-terrain, what kinds of trees, etc. Everyone paid especial-attention… His inquiry-upon, was with a deep-‘glint’ to his-eyes. As if intensely involved, the others thought-it was his special-mood for putting-in the job… Sam respected that, if it became especially, difficult or troublesome... After-all questions were answered-everyone became readied for the entering the site of their-‘objective’… It was very serious, a slight-error, either in dropping-in or any slight miscalculation-would mean death or being caught-in a-danger. Every man on the team had to depend-on every-other. With all-precautions the job was extremely, delicate at best. The candidates for fire-fight Jump-Elite was speed, accuracy, proficiency and preparation-above all… ...'I will be the terminal-lead.' 'I will be chuting-out along discretionary-lines'…(This meant he’d be the first, and responsible-for finding and engaging, the direction of involvement…)