I loaded cargo for Emery Air in the early 90's. Two shifts a day, there we're many ways to get hurt or killed if you didn't pay attention. In the summer it was hot as fuck and the jet exhaust would make you dizzy. In the winter it was colder than fuck and trying to stay warm on the tarmac was almost impossible. The noise is pretty insane as well. I wore some pretty good hearing protection and backed that up with ear plugs. Spooled up at idle on the tarmac near a DC-8 you couldn't hear shit hand signals and knowing what was going on around you and why was vital for your safety. At times it was a fun job and others miserable, but I guarantee one thing, I was always aware and respected those engines when they we're spooled up. I made a very large arc around the front and never even thought about walking behind them. Watched a single DC-8 engine suck a huge puddle off the tarmac 10' to 15' in front of it one night and it was one of the craziest sights. It also showed me why you don't walk in front of an operating jet engine. Unfortunately this person made two bad decisions that night, one that killed them. Getting knocked on your ass by the exhaust should have been the moment they realized it was time to move away from the aircraft, maybe she was concussed and disoriented after going behind it.