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A little fiction...

   Arriving from the north of the house I noticed a golden halo over the tree line. The color was like a
morning spun rise bathing the air above the home in a gentle angelic wonderland. The home was a single
story bungalow that was probably built in the 1940’s or so. A stunning contrast to buildings in this era. I
thought as I stepped out of my fire machine of the time and care that these older homes were made of,
this thought process allowed me to make the decision to try to enter this structure and to attempt to
extinguish the fire. I looked at the home and fire was blowing out all the windows as if an angry mythical
beast was inside. A myriad of fire colors were transposing themselves on the trees and the 3 story home
next door. A cornucopia of smoke colors was starting to come from the front door of the small home. I did
what our SOG’s said and gave a visual inspection of the homes size and exposures. I then passed
command to the truck that was trailing us. I grabbed my 1.75 jacketed hose line and advanced it to the
front door. I kneeled on the pavement in front of the home and I took off my battered black fire helmet and
sat it on the ground beside me. I placed my SCBA mask upon my face and tightened the adjustment
straps one at a time to ensure a proper fit. I then placed my nomex hood on and tucked it under my black
bulky fire coat. I placed my battered helmet back upon my head and tightened up the ratchet on the back
and hooked my chin strap and pulled it tight so my helmet would stay on. As I looked at the home I made
a decision to do an interior attack through the front door. This decision was made in microseconds. I could
do this! I will slay the mythical beast that breathes smoke and heat upon these persons meager
belongings. Fire and smoke had started to emerge from the front door and the roar of the flames was a
sobering reminder that this supposed beast was hungry and his roar was a direct challenge to me.  I
turned to my engineer who was standing tall and proud in the early morning light and I told him to “Charge
the line” My hose man was busy doing his mask and hood and I looked at him and told him to “come on
lets go” He looked at me nodded once and together we made a frontal assault on this fire. We advanced
up the rickety front stairs and into the home; fire was creeping across the ceiling like an orange tide
rolling across an ocean of flames. Rich black and grey smoke bulked enormous cumulous clouds of itself
throughout the front.
  We waded into and disappeared like a rock thrown into a pond, ripples of and tendrils of smoke wafted
after us and clung to us like a long lost lover who finds you and will not let you go. The heat was immense
and visibility was like looking out through an old window covered in dust during a sand storm. I used my
hose line like a battering ram pushing it ahead of me to repeatedly slam into the fire. As we advanced I
imagined we looked like goblins wading through hell in search of souls to rend. I used the line to cool the
ceiling and went further into the broiling mass of fire that kept trying to consume us. We walked and
crawled with our hose line stretched behind us like a 150 foot lifeline to heaven and safety. I remember
feeling a searing pain on my right cheek. It felt like many wasps stinging me at the same time. I lifted my
gloved hand to my face and gently stroked the area in a vain attempt to protect my already damaged skin.
I endeavored to persevere and waded further into this “hell’s kitchen” to quell this foul beast. We were
winning the flames were retreating. Another hose line had joined mine! A backup line had come and the
fire was surrendering! I heard the sound of a vent saw and I knew a feeling of pride that my truck crew
was cutting the heart out of the beast! Just then someone sprayed a hose line in the eves outside! (I found
this out later) The fire inside with us intensified! Heat and steam were pushed directly onto us! Fire sprang
from the ceiling in golden blossoms blooming in profusion on a plane of smoke. We intensified our attack
desperately trying to regain control over this primordial foe.  Then the worst thing that could happen to a
fireman reared its ugly head... We lost pressure! The line went over like a king Cobra waiting to strike. It
went totally limp like a lover who was in need Viagra.  I looked around and the fire reclaimed its lost
ground! We were being driven out! My companions and I decided to leave,  we took our nozzles and
started to back out of this home, The fire seemed to be laughing at us as it shooed us along. We tried to be
brave and doggedly walked and crawled out of this home. What had happened? Where was our water?
These thoughts were chasing themselves through my head as I raised my hand to the fire in a salute of
shame. Just then the hose grew in my hand, a firmness that was reassuring to my hands. I knew what to
do instantly! I turned and hurled myself into the fray once again with my aqua lance of destruction! My
hose man rejoined me and together with the crew of the valiant engine two we fought inch by searing
inch into this flame! We were unstoppable! We were going to win. We put water on everything and the
brilliant orange color turned a sooty color and disappeared like a magician hiding coins. We made our way
to the rear and finally with a howl of frustration this beast was slain! Only a few whiffs of smoke were
rising into the air like fumaroles in the oceans. We had done it! I was proud that I accomplished what the
people of this fair city pay me for! We had seen the beast, we had fought the beast, and we had slain the
beast! My courageous comrades and I had done it! I turned and just then my thumper went off with a deep
intoned vibration letting me know my air was low. We turned looking at the scorched and twisted furniture
that was left. The hose lines were behind us and twisted and turned upon each other like twin pythons
lying on black lava. We exited the home and changed our packs. Then returned to help as needed. By this
time nothing was left but hot spots.

SciFi Author, Emergency Response Instructor and
Firefighter

Tim is a 26 year Veteran Fire Captain for The City of Peoria
Fire Department. He was given a day off of work for writing a
very descriptive and accurate fire report entitled “Faraday
Street” who his superiors did not find humorous even though
Allen followed their orders explicitly. After several of his
fellow firefighters expressed interest in reading further
stories by Allen he started writing in earnest. He has been
working toward publication for two years while teaching
Hazardous Materials Response to his fellow firefighters and
many local businesses. Now he has two books in publication
and is close to releasing his third.
Tim holds the rank of Captain on one of the busiest machines in the city of Peoria Illinois. He is an avid Conan fan and has been reading Science
fiction books since he was a teenager. For four years he wrote the 'Science in your Life' articles for the Traveler Weekly Newspaper.
Tim and His wife Patricia
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