Siftings

Probie VII
Dec
12
Probie VII
Show up.  Do Hard Shit.  So says the sticker distributed to me and some other Poynette firefighters who showed up and …, well, … did some difficult stuff.  The learning continues and one thing you learn is the underside of a firefighter’s helmet is a window to their soul.  That’s where the “Show...
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Probie VI
Dec
10
Probie VI
Probies are better seen than heard.  Nobody has ever said that to me, but that’s my take on it.  The Department meets weekly for training, and monthly for administrative / governance work.  There’s that Sprint commercial from years back and the monthly meetings are not too dissimilar (except we’re...
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Probie V
Nov
15
Probie V
Rope and equipment bags on my back, ready to go.  You always start with the highest hopes.  There’s a missing hunter, the night is getting colder, and he is somewhere out there.  It’s our job to find him, and bring him back.  The UTV has left and Search Team #1 is assembled and waiting for orders. ...
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Probie IV
Oct
26
Probie IV
“I would not have guessed sixty.”  Instructor Boone is being kind, which is to say (just beneath his no excuses teaching style) he’s being himself.  Play the tape back twenty seconds and one of my classmates was gasping for air, knackered by how physically demanding the last evolution was. ...
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Probie III
Oct
11
Probie III
Mitch at the wheel.  Captain Lexin in the officer’s seat.  Justin and me in back, gearing up on the move, listening to radio traffic as we make our glove choice – extrication or fire?.  Tuesday morning and the normies are at work or dropping off the kids at school.  So were we two minutes ago,...
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Probie II
Aug
01
Probie II
“Jump in back!”  Random midweek afternoon, and I could be at Village Hall at my desk.  But I’m not.  I’m in a field next to another field on fire, running toward Brush 36.  “Running” might be a bit of a misnomer, as I’ve got my full bunker gear on.  Until that last brush with mortality rendered the...
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Into The Dusk
Jul
08
Into The Dusk
“Staying here alone is crazy.  You're a crazy man.  Crazy!”  I didn’t travel 3,500 miles for a psychiatric assessment from a stranger, and certainly not from some grandfather wearing rental booties to keep his New Balances dry.  The stated reason for heading to Denali National Park was about to get...
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The Mountains Are Calling
Jun
30
The Mountains Are Calling
and I must go (John Muir)
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Here Comes The Twister
Jun
26
Here Comes The Twister
on the eight year anniv ... And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?" And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife" Letting the days go by, let the water hold...
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Probie
May
02
Probie
The elderly man is chatting me up as we’re rolling him to the ambulance.  If I said his frailty did not remind me of dad in his last days I’d be lying, and there’s no reason for that.  We’re rolling him on the stretcher to the ambulance and he’s just being him.  Not that I know him well, having...
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