Atlantic blue
March 12,2009
I was driving home for lunch and turned the radio on. I knew right away there was something wrong, dreadfully wrong. It took a few minutes to get the jist of the story.
A helicopter carrying crew members to the White Rose Oil Platform was down. In the sea, 18 on board including the helicopter flight crew.
The tears came quickly. We had been here before. The Ocean Ranger sank in high seas on Valentine's Day twenty five years ago. All hands lost.
We live on an island in the Atlantic. At times the sea
looks like this photo. Tonight the wind is howling, it's
stormy and cold. My heart aches to think there could
be survivors afloat in the cold Atlantic and my heart
breaks to think there may be none.
I was driving home for lunch and turned the radio on. I knew right away there was something wrong, dreadfully wrong. It took a few minutes to get the jist of the story.
A helicopter carrying crew members to the White Rose Oil Platform was down. In the sea, 18 on board including the helicopter flight crew.
The tears came quickly. We had been here before. The Ocean Ranger sank in high seas on Valentine's Day twenty five years ago. All hands lost.
We live on an island in the Atlantic. At times the sea
looks like this photo. Tonight the wind is howling, it's
stormy and cold. My heart aches to think there could
be survivors afloat in the cold Atlantic and my heart
breaks to think there may be none.
1 Comments:
My heart is breaking with you all. Been there, done that too. Hope the wound heals as quickly as possible and that some blessing may somehow spring forth from this tragedy.
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