Lingo
By Kayaklady
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine and no money is being made. The situation and story is my own creation.
Special thanks to my husband for the beta work.
The house fire victim gasped, "There are fireworks in the bedroom."
Johnny was reaching for the H/T just as the first dozen mortar rounds cooked off. One flew through a broken window, crossed the yard, went over the fence, and exploded in a huge pile of tumbleweeds. All at once there were thousands of flaming plants which the Santa Anna's maniacally picked up and twisted into a gigantic, flaming dust devil.
Embers and burning balls flew out of the fire storm like the debris from a fiendish tornado. Johnny threw himself over the victim letting the embers rain harmlessly down on his turnouts. Flaming tumbleweeds blew over and under Big Red. Mike slammed open a value and scrambled for the hard line to hose her undercarriage down. The bulk of the swirling mass bee lined for a brush choked canyon while igniting a hundred spot fires along the way. Brackett's voice came over the biophone, "What's your situation 51?"
Without thinking Roy barked, "Situation fubar."
Back at the hospital a puzzled Kel looked at the radio. "What the heck is fubar?" he asked. Glancing up he saw a wide eyed Dixie with her hand over her mouth.
Dix swallowed hard and managed to say with a straight face,"Military lingo. It means things are going badly." Seeing Kel's scowl she continued, "Let's just say that the B.A.R. in fubar stands for, beyond all recognition and leave it at that."
Kel's eyes widened as his eyebrows flew into his hairline. His mouth cracked a rare smile and he choked back a snicker. He turned to the radio, keyed the mic, and in his best professionally sounding voice said,"10-4, 51. Update me as situation allows."
Fini