This series of events launched by body upward and backward so forcefully that I was literally blown out of my boots. I lost a second or two of memory after I saw one of my boots tumbling through the air, 40 feet off the ground. The next thing I remember is that I was burning and desperately grabbing for the exterior of the safety cage as I sailed over it. Somehow, I swung myself inside the cage with an arm that was on fire, and reached the ladder. My next snippet of memory is the strange sensation of climbing down the ladder in my sock feet. Then I seemed to regain my mental faculties as I ran from the tank farm, which was not deep enough to hold all the liquid should the tank rupture. Mercifully, the fire didn't continue, as the expanding vapor from the tank stopped and drew a vacuum. As the fire tried to draw a breath, it went out, as did the flames on the surface of my wet clothing. I received only a 6-inch-long, second-degree burn on my arm.