Intersting parallel for me.
6 June 1971, graduation night, a friend and I had stopped at a gravel pit, waiting for friends to pass by, as one was headed home and the other needed a ride back.
After too long a delay, we went looking for them, only to find their car on it’s top, having flown and flipped a couple times. But they were nowhere to be found.
Now sunrise, we fould footprints in the sand that led to a farmhouse where the couple shaken but safe.
3 of us entered the service in the succeeding weeks and it was 30 years before I heard the rest of the story, which is only of personal interest.
arg!
“FOUND FOOTPRINTS”