As I was lying in bed after a long afternoon, I looked over at the clock then, doooo dee beep, beep beep, beep, beep beep . Letts fire, Letts fire you have fire run, two vehicle fire , possible garage fire at ... I then jumped up, ran out of the room, and went down stairs to put on my boots. My Dad jumped down the stairs and followed me out the door. We then hopped in the truck and turned the blue lights on, then went down the drive way. On our way to the station all I could hear is the radio traffic and all of the controlled confusion.
I felt the adrenaline coursing threw my veins as my Dad told dispatch, “413 in route to station with 2.” We arrived at the station, I went in the gear room, and I threw my shoes off and slipped on my boots. I was putting on my jacket as I climb into the truck. In the truck with me was my Dad, My chief and a firefighter. In the seat next to me, my dad was getting ready putting on all his gear, strapping on the SCBA air tank, putting the air mask on, then putting on his helmet as if it was all one swift movement drilled into him form years of training and experience. As the sirun blurred I pulled on my gloves. When I was finished I put my helmet on my lap, and all I could here is the thump thump of my own heart with the radio traffic in the background.
It felt like a forever long drive, I could feel the sweat pouring off my face as we closer and closer to the scene. As we pulled up to the scene I could no longer see my dad as my dad, but as my luietaint. He climbed out of the truck and went to work putting the cars out. I followed him out of the truck, reported to my captain, and was given an order to get a tool and bring it to one of the firefighters.
The blaze was small when we arrived at the scene, but the heat was intense I could feel the sweat pouring off my face as the flames shot out from under the hood . My dad went to work on the front of the car, he popped open the hood so the fire could be put out. When I was done with the task I was given, they had more for me to do. One of my jobs on the fire department as a cadet is to change the air bottles of the fire as the come out of the fire with an empty bottle. I have never done that on a real scene before, and after I was thinking about it, how to do it, going over, and over in my head, as I was racking my brain looking back on all the training that was drilled into my head. Then before I knew it, one of the guys came out of the garage needing a new air bottle. He came to me and knelt down in front of me waiting for me to do my job. As he knelt down, reality set in, and I snaped into action I went and I got a fresh new air bottle off the truck and ran to him, I slipped off his bottle and put it on the ground, I slipped in the new bottle and screwed it to the hose that ran to his mask. The person helping was doing something wrong but I could not tell what it was at that moment. So I tapped his helmet to let him know I was finished. He got up and turned the bottle on and the hose was not turned tight enough so we had to do redo it. I blamed my self but the guy who helped me with it, was the one at fault he did one of the steps out of order and forced me to fail at my job. After that little hiccup the rest of fire was knocked in and all of the hot spots were knocked down. Now was time for clean up.
As a cadet my main job is at the clean up at the scene. The first thing I did was put all the tools back on the trucks. After I finished that I helped put the dump tank back one the tanker, The dump tank is one of the tools that we use to transfer water from the tanker to the other trucks so we do not have to stop pumping water. It is a big pool that is set up behind the tanker and in front of the truck that the water is being pumped in to. After the dump tank was put back on the truck I went and unscrewed all the hose and walked them out which os pulling the hose over your shoulder to get all off the access water out of them. I then walked the hoses out I dragged them to the truck and put them up, After doing that for about 10 minutes we were ready to go home. When all the hard work was done I was no longer confused about what I want do when I grow up. My Dad is my hero and I want to be like my dad and be firefighter/paramedic until I can't anymore or until I die, whitch ever one comes first.