I arrived at the station the morning of October 13, 2009 at 7:30 A.M. It was a rainy day with no signs of slowing. Considering that this was the first big rain of the season I prepared myself for multiple vehicle accidents on Highway 49. At about 8:40 A.M, 40 minutes after crew change, the tone came out. "Station 88 area, structure fire." Immediately my heart jumped, I dropped what i was doing, and sprinted to the engine. My turnouts were on and I was in the engine in warp speed. En route to the fire I calmed my nerves, I thought back on all my training. "You know exactly what to do, just do your job and everything will go smooth," I thought to myself. I looked over to the firefighter next to me and cracked a small grin.
When we arrived on scene it appeared that we had a 1,000 square foot mobile home, converted to a storage facility. I hopped off the engine and grabbed our 1 3/4" pre-connect and was at the door in what seemed like light speed. Fire was starting to roll out of the door over our heads. As soon as we had water we were in the door and instantly it felt as if i had stuck my head in the oven, and I couldn't see the firefighter in front of me.
We had the fire knocked down before the second engine company arrived and as I walked out of the door my turnouts steaming in the cold fall air. I fought myself to keep the ear to ear grin behind my mask contained.
Before this I had been on my fair share of medical aids, and vehicle accidents, it felt like finally all of the hard work and training I had put towards this job had finally paid off. I felt as if finally I could call myself a firefighter. I had been in the mouth of the dragon, I was on cloud nine.
"That was a nice small quick fire," my engineer said. "Just a little room and contents, nice and easy, not too much heat." Well I guess I have farther to go than I thought.
Clay Hood
Firefighter
Nevada County Consolidated Fire District.
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