Fireman. When I was a child, I had heroes like Superman and Batman. I emulated them because they did things for others, without thought of personal reward. They did the right thing because it was right, and for no other reason.
As an adult, before that really, I realized that Superman is the ideal, the impossible. I changed my heroes. My stepfather was a hero. He was an honestly good man, an exemplary man. I remember dreaming about being like him, strong, dependable, and doing the right thing, just because it was right. And I realized that he had human faults.
Every boy wants to be a fireman, or a policeman. Though as a child, the danger of the job is lost on us. We only saw the excitement and quiet pride.
I took shipboard and aircraft fire-fighting training while in the Navy. It was mandatory for every sailor assigned to a ship, especially an aircraft carrier. We had to man 2 inch hoses with water pressures of 150 lbs. We used OBA's and learned how to fight fires with water, AFFF, Purple-K, Co2, and HALON. We learned the difference between class A, B, & C fires, and what medium to fight them with. And even though we fought simulated fires, the fire itself was real, and hot. Our firesuits felt like they were cooking us and we could only breathe through our OBA masks.
The training was extensive. But it was controlled. Wildfires, like a wild hose, or a wild horse, are unpredictable, uncontrolled, and extremely dangerous. I took fire training because it was mandatory for my job. Proffesional fire-fighters risk their lives to protect people, and the lands and structures used by people, and to protect our planet. And why do firefighters risk limb and life? Certainly not for pay, nor glory. They do it because it's the right thing to do.
Firefighters are still my heroes, like Superman was, but more like my Stepfather was, better, because they are real.
Thank you SierraCook. Our world needs more people like you.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North