Firefighters in Kuwait in 1991, sealing an oil well, during the Kuwaiti oil fires. Firefighting teams, working amidst unexploded mines and the roar of burning jets of oil, on soil so hot it blistered their knees as they knelt down, titled their occupation as “Operation Desert Hell.”
Bitty’s a firefighter. He’s not as tall or as strong as his colleagues are, but his small frame, quickness, and athleticism means getting him and the people he’s saving out of danger.
One day he saves and carries a 220lb giant of a man out of a burning building, the last person to be evacuated from the wreckage.
Soot had covered the man’s face, but when he opened his eyes it was a brilliant blue that stood out against his ashy countenance. It was Jack Zimmermann, captain of the Providence Falconers, and Jack was staring in awe at a dusty smiling angel in a firesuit asking him if he was alright.
(nearby, ransom was performing cpr on a tall blond man who is NOT a firefighter and ergo will not die in a firefighting related accident)