Tom Brennan used to write that there are very few “always” and “nevers” in the Fire Service.
“Don’t worry about that nozzle kid, cause we [won’t] do fires anymore.”
Nobody goes to the firehouse with the intention of getting hurt or dying.
You may hate me for talking about this subject, especially at this time, but if we were serious about our definitions, then it wouldn’t have been an issue in the first place.
They came to work and stared blankly at the lockers of their friends, knowing that those lost would never come back, but also knowing that not finding them was far too much of a burden to bear.
Maybe some of us can’t handle the truth, that this is what is expected. Maybe some of us have lost focus and forgotten about “getting the baby!” Maybe it’s the kinder, softer-side of firefighting, that makes reality more harsh.
100 years ago? Seriously? They must have had some damn fast horses and buggies back then.
From the first moment I put them on, it was as if I was wearing my favorite pair of sneakers.
It’s true. Some of you simply cannot handle it.
The grave for Captain Bowen hasn’t even been dug yet and the anonymous experts have already gone to work.