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The Fire Essay, Research Paper
Late one Wednesday night in May, my girlfriend and I spotted some smoke and
could see lava-like fire coming from the Jemez Mountains. We knew right away
that it was a forest fire, but did not know how serious it was. We drove to my
house to ask my dad what was happening in and around the Atomic City. He didn?t
know the details of the fire, so we turned on the TV to get some information about
it. Every channel was talking about the ?Cerro Grande? fire that had started from a
prescribed burn. The rest of that night we never left the couch.
The television broadcasted that all Los Alamos residents should be prepared to
evacuate the following day. The phone rang and it was my dad?s boss from the
laboratory; he called to say that work had been canceled for the rest of the week.
Shortly after that phone call, the news anchor on the TV announced that there
would no work for all Lab employees. We figured that the fire must have been
pretty serious.
My dad laid lifeless on the couch, showing no emotion. One hour passed, and
still he hadn?t moved. Not only was the fire consuming up the Jemez Mountains, it
was also eating my Dad. He was really quiet and that is not his normal self. My
Mom and I sat with him watching the continuous coverage of the fire on all the local
channels. The news was keeping us well informed of all changes that were taking
place on that hill north of Santa Fe.
The local stations helicopters showed us that this fire meant business. Flames
shooting hundreds of feet high torched anything and everything in its way. Tornado
like winds made it impossible for fire fighters and slurry bombers to try and stop the
raging fire. From our house we could see a huge cloud of black smoke that covered
a lot of the northern sky.
When my Mom and I got home from school that next day, my Dad said that the
fire was creeping closer and closer to the town and all the residents had to evacuate.
He was afraid that the fire would consume his friends homes as well as his job.
A few minutes later, it was confirmed that the fire had reached the outskirts of
the town. On the TV shortly after, we watched those houses burn uncontrollably; it
looked like a war zone. That night I went to bed pretty late, and I woke up the next
morning thinking that it was all a dream.
Unfortunately the morning newspaper was there to remind me of the
devastation that had happened the night before. The TV as well, showed pictures of
a town and forest that looked like the Apocalypse had swept threw it. Burning
embers danced across the black floor making it look as if the end was never going to
come. Live reporters showed just how windy it was outside, with their hair standing
straight up and their jackets flapping louder than they could talk. We could hear
bombs in the background, thinking that the labs and all its nuclear secrets were up in
flames. The reporters assured us that the labs were intact, but butane bottles that
residents had left behind were exploding. They said repeatedly that the laboratory
was safe and only the outskirts had been damaged.
At school, in all the class rooms, a TV was kept on to inform us of all the
changing headlines. The moral of the student body was low, almost not existent. A
lot of the students and teachers walked around like zombies, empty and zoned out.
They were preoccupied thinking of the fire.
One week after this hellish fire had scorched the Jemez Mountains and passed
right threw the outskirts of Los Alamos; the media was a reliable resource. They
kept the nation and most importantly my family informed of the ?Cerro Grande
Wildfire.?