It was my first day, and I was only just managing to take in everything I was being told by my trainer, it was different from the classroom.
And then he handed me the checklist for vehicle inspection. It was five pages long and covered with tiny writing. As we walked over to the first one, he noticed my face.
"Every one of those lines is written in blood. At some point that went wrong and tragedy occurred. So we check it."
I swallowed, nodded, then touched the side panel, burning my hand.
There's a line because of me now.
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