I arrived still dressed in my nice clothes from work, but I threw on a fire jacket and helmet and went to work.
The fire seemed to be in the kitchen. Several members of the department put on air tanks and entered the home. All residents of the house were already safely outside, except a few pets. They didn’t make it.
Smoke was billowing out of the structure, but we got the fire put out.
At least we thought we did.
This morning the fire department got called out again. It was the same house, and it was fully engulfed in flames.
I was just heading out of house to go run my bus route when I heard the page.
I flew to town and ran the bus route. As soon as I dropped the students off at school, I headed to the fire.
This time I had on my full bunker gear, and I helped put out flames, work with the hoses, fill the fire engine with water so we could keep fighting and unroll and spread out hay bales that had caught fire.
It was a busy morning, but we got the fire controlled enough that we didn’t have to keep fighting it. We will just have to keep an eye on it throughout the day until it burns the rest of the way out.
The house is gone. It’s a total loss. When I left, the only part still standing was the chimney, which jutted up from the burned-out remnants of the home as the last reminder of what used to stand there.
It’s sad. I feel horrible for the family, but I do enjoy fighting fires. I’m really glad I’m on the department.
Sorry I don’t have any pictures of it. It wouldn’t have been appropriate to take them while I was there fighting the fire. Maybe I will get some later today and post them.