I'm an ex volunteer firefighter of 15 years. I recently moved and haven't joined the ranks of my new neighborhood department yet. I'm a little concerned with the cowboy mentality that I've experienced in working with them previously, so we'll see if I do. I also don't have the time to offer like I used to.
I miss it very much. I miss my station, I miss my boys. There are times where I wish I'd never left. There's nothing like waking up to a tone at 3am.
Its like a quiet symphony. Its a quiet drive to the station a few blocks away listening to the radio traffic, hoping its going to be something worthy of my waking (they all are, but you know what I mean) I lived the closest to the station, so I would casually open the bay doors, and walk to my rack and start getting dressed in anticipation of the coming excitement. By the time I had my bunker pants on, the first sleepy souls are arriving. There's a quiet nod of comradery. I'd put the truck in service over the radio and verify I knew exactly where we were going. By this time the bay is full of a buzz of excitement from the greener guys. I'd bark at everyone to slow down and make sure they gear up correctly and safely. I can still here the click of the door mechanism as I'd slide into the OIC seat (that's the front passenger seat, officer in charge) just about the time the truck fires up. The smell of diesel fumes immediately fill the bay as the doors are opening and my crew is piling into the truck. I'd again bark for seatbelts and verify we were ready to go. And then.. And then.. OFF into the night we'd ride, lights blazing. It was like soldiers on a mission, or pirates setting sail for a schooner to plunder. The quiet calm ride would only be transcended by the turbos and the jake brakes until we got out of the neighborhood. No one spoke. As we turned into the main lanes of the local thoroughfare, the nights quiet ended in a cacophony of dual sirens, Q2 (the air raid sounding siren), and air horns. By this time I was completely geared up and ready for anything. I never thought about it, it just happens naturally. I've gained 75lbs in mere minutes and I'm carrying an assortment of tools, safety devices, turnout gear, scba (breathign apparatus). As we near the scene my serene attitude flips a switch and I start barking orders and preparing my crew for the coming moments. First in, every time. I settled for nothing less. There was no lolly gagging. There were no winers or pussies on my crew. I trust my life with them and they with me. Brothers. Closer than brothers.
yeah, I miss it.