We have such a wide variety of ages in the membership here at FirefighterNation.com. Such diversity offers the great opportunity to pass along nuggets of knowledge from the old, grizzled, sometimes cranky old veterans down to the younger firefighters who represent the future of the fire service.
Some are good, some are just plain funny. But, I've found that I can learn more from just listening to an old Chief talking then I can learn in any 200-hour class I attend. I've blogged about one such guy on my site at FireDaily.com.
Have you had a similar experience? Got a nugget or two to tell us about? They are a true treasure that gets more valuable each time they are shared.
I was taking the Firefighter Survival class....and, well to be honest, I wasn't thrilled at the prospect of going down a 3 story ladder head first....Think maybe self preservation stepped in.....LOL....Chief looked at me and said "Son, you ain't gotta like it....You just gotta do it.." Sort of stuck with me ever since....and from time to time I use that saying when I find myself rationalizing what I am about to do.....Stay safe.........Paul
The quote that has come back to me most often, from my days as an instructor is this:
"If you're going to bother to do it at all, bother to do it right."
Another that seems to have served new members really well, because someone is always out there ready to pounce on them is this: "Never give the enemy any amunition."
Permalink Reply by Doug on November 7, 2009 at 5:37pm
Boy, that one sure is true. When I was in the U.S. Air Force Louis F. Garland Fire Academy I upchucked in my mask one day.... I had to eat it, we were in the middle of a training evolution using the propane fueled burn house. Had I taken off my mask I would have burnt my trachea and lungs and probably died.
"HANG ON TIGHT." That was the great pearl of wisdom offered when I first suited-up while riding the tailboard of an engine with three other guys. Hey, it was good information at the time. Crawling over the hose bed, to find the right size boots from the hand rail they were stuffed in, sometimes got trickey. Then some poor slob somewhere went and got hurt or killed and spoiled it for the rest of us. A blessing I count most often is that I even survived those "good old days".
Keep The Faith.