Every second mattered.
The blaze was less than two miles away, but it seemed like we’d never get there. Our fire squad barreled down the road. The siren screamed. My heart pounded inside my heavy turnout coat.
My job was to lead the charge into the blaze. The other men would follow. They were depending on me to deliver the knockout blow to put out as much of the fire as I could on my own.
I looked over the other firefighters on the squad. You could see their experience in the craggy lines on their faces. I was the young one, volunteering while I was in college.
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