Drider_it

sitting in winter time in michigan a few years ago.. me and a buddy was smoking in a company cargo truck.. waiting on a last load of wood to take over to the other side of the plant..

in the night sky this huge red flame just appears going across our field of vision. At frist im thinking this is a plane that caught fire and is going down.. then it spinters off in to two small sections and one huge one.. as we watch the two smaller ones flare out the bigger one keeps going..

no mind you this was slow moving the sky.. lol to use it was about at a crawl..

yep chunk of rock burning up..

funny part about it.. we both looked up at the same time.. said holy shit its a nuke.. and fell silent wondering if we were just insane or actaully saw what we saw.. about two min after it was over we finally asked each other..

felt a little better knowing someone saw it.. then it was in the paper and on the news the next day heh..

wonderful seeing something like that and not having to read about it and go..

shit missed that bet it was cool.


anyone else here get to see something similiar?

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