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Gomer.”
“It was before you got here. It was before I even got here.”
“I see…” I replied scoffing.
“Hey, I know you aren’t a fan of Sherwood these days, but you know he’s a good guy. You said so yourself at your house.”
I nodded. “I know, just not a fan of his disdain he seems to have towards me. He came by yesterday and didn’t mention the rookie to me.”
Micah grinned. “He’s gotten under your skin, Taylor, hasn’t he?”
Shaking my head. “Nah… I just don’t like him.”
“Like who?” Tom asked as he came into the dining hall.
“Mullen, over at station 12,” I replied quickly with a lie. Chandler Mullen and Tom had an on-going feud between the two of them and I knew he wouldn’t be angry if I said that.
“He’s a jerk, but you shouldn’t be talking poorly of other firefighters,” Tom said as he dropped a packet of pamphlets in front of me on the table. “You can hand these out to the kids. Remember, don’t hurt yourself.”
“Alright,” I replied as I glanced down at them. Hearing ‘don’t hurt yourself’ was getting old real quick. It felt like people were treating me like I got a brain injury or the accident was some sort of fault of my own.
“Freeman, I want you to go ahead and tag along with gimpy today so you can do all the stuff he can’t.”
I met the group of children out at the bay doors at eight o’clock. I brought them inside and showed them the engine truck first. As I showed them the controls for the water, a little boy’s hand shot straight up.
“If the truck has water, why do you guys use fire hydrants?” he asked.
“Good question. This truck holds five hundred gallons of water. Which seems like a lot, but it only lasts about two and a half minutes. So we always need to hook up to a fire hydrant when we are fighting fires.”
Coming around the truck, we came to the other side where Micah was. “This is Micah Freeman. He’s one of the firefighters here and he’s going to show you how quick we get into our uniforms. We call them turnouts.”
“Hello kids, are you guys enjoying your field trip?” Micah asked.
They all nodded and a few shouted out ‘yes.’
“Good. When we get a call to go fight a fire, we go down that pole over there when we’re upstairs,” he said, pointing over in the corner where the fire pole was located. “It’s all about speed when that call comes in. A few moments of wasted time could mean someone’s life.”
“How fast can you get your stuff on?” a girl asked.
“Our turnouts take most of us about fifty to sixty seconds to get into. I’ll show you.” Micah stepped into his boots, pulled up his pants and suspenders, slid the Nomax hood over his head that protected his neck and head and then put on his jacket, gloves and helmet.
“That looks easy,” a boy said.
Micah smiled, taking his helmet off. “Do you want your teacher to try?” he asked. He looked over at the woman who stood near the back of the group of children. She shook her head, but the kids cheered her on to give it a try.
Micah took everything back off and she stepped up for the challenge. It took her quite a bit more time to get suited up. The kids were all in awe at the difference between their teacher and Micah’s time in suiting up in the turnouts.
“A few extra minutes like that could mean someone’s house burns all the way down or someone loses their life,” I added.
Micah showed our oxygen tanks next. “These are our SCBA’s, which stands for Self-Contained Breathing Apparatus. We have about thirty minutes of oxygen in one tank.”
As we were about to continue the tour, a call came in for a fire and all the guys came sliding down the pole. My heart raced as I could feel every muscle in my body want to leap into action.
“What’s going on?” I asked Tom as he suited up.
“Structural fire down on Sprague.” He climbed into the front passenger seat and woke the laptop out of sleep as everyone else
“It was before you got here. It was before I even got here.”
“I see…” I replied scoffing.
“Hey, I know you aren’t a fan of Sherwood these days, but you know he’s a good guy. You said so yourself at your house.”
I nodded. “I know, just not a fan of his disdain he seems to have towards me. He came by yesterday and didn’t mention the rookie to me.”
Micah grinned. “He’s gotten under your skin, Taylor, hasn’t he?”
Shaking my head. “Nah… I just don’t like him.”
“Like who?” Tom asked as he came into the dining hall.
“Mullen, over at station 12,” I replied quickly with a lie. Chandler Mullen and Tom had an on-going feud between the two of them and I knew he wouldn’t be angry if I said that.
“He’s a jerk, but you shouldn’t be talking poorly of other firefighters,” Tom said as he dropped a packet of pamphlets in front of me on the table. “You can hand these out to the kids. Remember, don’t hurt yourself.”
“Alright,” I replied as I glanced down at them. Hearing ‘don’t hurt yourself’ was getting old real quick. It felt like people were treating me like I got a brain injury or the accident was some sort of fault of my own.
“Freeman, I want you to go ahead and tag along with gimpy today so you can do all the stuff he can’t.”
I met the group of children out at the bay doors at eight o’clock. I brought them inside and showed them the engine truck first. As I showed them the controls for the water, a little boy’s hand shot straight up.
“If the truck has water, why do you guys use fire hydrants?” he asked.
“Good question. This truck holds five hundred gallons of water. Which seems like a lot, but it only lasts about two and a half minutes. So we always need to hook up to a fire hydrant when we are fighting fires.”
Coming around the truck, we came to the other side where Micah was. “This is Micah Freeman. He’s one of the firefighters here and he’s going to show you how quick we get into our uniforms. We call them turnouts.”
“Hello kids, are you guys enjoying your field trip?” Micah asked.
They all nodded and a few shouted out ‘yes.’
“Good. When we get a call to go fight a fire, we go down that pole over there when we’re upstairs,” he said, pointing over in the corner where the fire pole was located. “It’s all about speed when that call comes in. A few moments of wasted time could mean someone’s life.”
“How fast can you get your stuff on?” a girl asked.
“Our turnouts take most of us about fifty to sixty seconds to get into. I’ll show you.” Micah stepped into his boots, pulled up his pants and suspenders, slid the Nomax hood over his head that protected his neck and head and then put on his jacket, gloves and helmet.
“That looks easy,” a boy said.
Micah smiled, taking his helmet off. “Do you want your teacher to try?” he asked. He looked over at the woman who stood near the back of the group of children. She shook her head, but the kids cheered her on to give it a try.
Micah took everything back off and she stepped up for the challenge. It took her quite a bit more time to get suited up. The kids were all in awe at the difference between their teacher and Micah’s time in suiting up in the turnouts.
“A few extra minutes like that could mean someone’s house burns all the way down or someone loses their life,” I added.
Micah showed our oxygen tanks next. “These are our SCBA’s, which stands for Self-Contained Breathing Apparatus. We have about thirty minutes of oxygen in one tank.”
As we were about to continue the tour, a call came in for a fire and all the guys came sliding down the pole. My heart raced as I could feel every muscle in my body want to leap into action.
“What’s going on?” I asked Tom as he suited up.
“Structural fire down on Sprague.” He climbed into the front passenger seat and woke the laptop out of sleep as everyone else
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