THE FIRST FIRE
The burning rooms. The hot, smoky air. Just me and the company battling a raging inferno. I was barely twenty-two. My first real fire. I remember it well.
We were sleeping when the fire alarm sounded. We jumped out of bed, slid down the pole, and grabbed our gear as we headed for the fire trucks. As I suited up, I couldn’t help but feel excited, yet a…Continue