I fought the Beast

Well last night I got my first good fire. It couldn't have picked a better day either. After a morning of doing PR with children, an afternoon of training, and an evening of basketball. I had been asleep probably about an hour an a half when the alarm went off at about 12:30. I remember running to the truck half asleep and throwing my gear on and heading out. My company arrived first to find flames rolling out the garage and side of a two story house. I grabbed the houseline and headed for the door. This is what i had been anticipating and now was my chance to get a taste for it.

It was pretty chaotic.

I remember -
being in the garage with fire rolling around on three sides of me.
heading inside where smoke obscured everything accept the faint glow of fire in the distance.
my knees starting to tingle from crawling over embers.
hearing/feeling ceiling debre falling and crashing on my helmet.
spraying the heck outta some water on anything and everything that glowed/burned.

They said we did a damn good job. We saved the guys house for the most part. For how much fire was rolling through the 3 rooms when we pulled up to the house it was lucky that we did everything the way with did and with a quickness. I'm glad i had another member of my company behind me shoving me further in and pulling me back when needed, gave me peace of mind at least to know one of these guys that i live with 1 outta every 3 days was backing me up.

This is how i roll.