“The rescue commander said, ‘Is there a pilot capable?’ and she quietly stood up, leaving everyone stunned.” The hangar was usually noisy with the clanging of metal, the crackling of radios, and the constant movement of people working according to checklists. But that afternoon, it was eerily silent, and the fluorescent lights seemed too bright, too sharp, too real. A medical helicopter had crashed near Rockbridge Canyon. The wind was strong. Visibility was constantly decreasing. My name is Mara