This was Rock's first time in a helicopter. It was owned and flown by Zach, a friend from the Hash House Harriers who invited him along as he flew a reporter from the paper to watch a devastating train wreck in eastern Arkansas.
It wasn't clear to Rock how anyone knew ahead of time of the wreck, but they arrived in time to see the train rolling just a few seconds away from it not far from DeValls Bluff.
The train at first smashed into an old, weathered barn, which immediately disintegrated into a swirl of hay and shattered boards. The train entered a small town and smashed building after building until it rolled into the Arkansas River and sunk to the bottom.
Zach dropped the reporter off, who began to help pull people from the river, except for a few children who seemed pleased by their circumstance. Some of them swam away from the shore and began to play in the water, as if the train had delivered them there for that purpose.
Zach turned the helicopter back home, cruising right down the middle of a long, straight highway between telephone poles on each side.
"Aren't you flying too close to those poles?" Rock asked.
"You want to get as close as you can," Zach said.
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