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I walked out of the department a few weeks ago, it was around 2 AM. I looked up on the hillside and saw a house on fire. Surreal. I couldn’t do anything for a few moments except look at it. It didn’t make sense, caught me completely by surprise.
Then the “riding hard” kicked in. I kicked in…
I busted on up there, lights and sirens blazing. Smoke pouring out. There was a guy standing outside with a water hose. Like it would help. I yelled at him, asking if there was anyone inside. He told me his wife. Funny, bloody footprints coming out of the house. No time to process, I thought or didn’t. I ran through the smoke pouring door.
Yeah, there she was, in a daze, standing around, between the bedroom and the hallway, choking on smoke. I grabbed her. Pulled her out. She didn’t want to leave? The dogs??? She wanted to go back in for the dogs.
I made my second mistake and ran back in. I know better, years ago, a young lady got her family out of a burning trailer and then climbed in the bathroom window to rescue puppies. That’s where she was found, under the window. I knew this running in, but I was seeing myself from the outside looking in.
The first dog, for some reason didn’t want any part of what was going on. He gladly booked it out the door. The second dog, lying on the bed, looked up at me. I called him stupid and dragged him out by his collar.
Okay. So lady safe, dogs safe. By this time, my partner ran up. We went out to the guy on the garden hose. His legs and right arm were burnt beyond recognition. He looked like a cartoon character standing there, sweat pants melted and shredded. He didn’t even know. Later, we think what happened, he hopped out his back porch into the fire and then through the house, out his front door. (Thus the bloody footprints)
We carried him away, fighting. WHY do they always fight?
Yeah, it was one of those TV cop moments. I still haven’t gotten my medal. LAUGH There is more to the story….
Years ago, there was another fire. it was the same thing, late at night. I tried to run into that house but couldn’t. The smoke and the heat were to intense. I missed one that night. I couldn’t save her. It still haunts me.
This latest fire helps. That’s all I have to say.
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wwjd |
| Date: | Tue Dec 30 14:20:52 2008 |
| Subject: | Re: TV moment |
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You are a hero JAF. Thank you for the work you do and the lives you have saved! We are blessed to have people such as yourself who are willing to put themselves in harms way in order to keep us safe each and every day.
God bless you my friend. 72.208.252.118 | |
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chrisD. |
| Date: | Wed Dec 3 04:57:13 2008 |
| Subject: | Re: TV moment |
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Im reminded of the time as a teenager, when my brother was driving us home drunk and decided to play life-or-death with a cat in front of the car. He swerved toward and away but the cat leapt the wrong way and we heard a shriek. I was outta the car like a bullet, cradling the cat and its spine was limp and loose near its hindquarters and it was bleeding from the mouth and I broke its neck by the time my brother slammed the car in park and came ripping around the front fender to assess the damage. The thing was, that cat staring up at me in its last moments, mewling and licking my wrist, seeking an unkown comfort, a respite I wasn't qualified to give, that shook me... 69.225.14.64 | |
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chrisD. |
| Date: | Wed Dec 3 04:55:41 2008 |
| Subject: | Re: TV moment |
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Im reminded of the time as a teenager, when my brother was driving us home drunk and decided to play life-or-death with a cat in front of the car. He swerved toward and away but the cat leapt the wrong way and we heard a shriek. I was outta the car like a bullet, cradling the cat and its spine was limp and loose near its hindquarters and it was bleeding from the mouth and I broke its neck by the time my brother slammed the car in park and came ripping around the front fender to assess the damage. The thing was, that cat staring up at me in its last moments, mewling and licking my wrist, seeking an unkown comfort, a respite I wasn't qualified to give, that shook me... 69.225.14.64 | |
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chrisD. |
| Date: | Wed Dec 3 04:54:38 2008 |
| Subject: | Re: TV moment |
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Im reminded of the time as a teenager, when my brother was driving us home drunk and decided to play life-or-death with a cat in front of the car. He swerved toward and away but the cat leapt the wrong way and we heard a shriek. I was outta the car like a bullet, cradling the cat and its spine was limp and loose near its hindquarters and it was bleeding from the mouth and I broke its neck by the time my brother slammed the car in park and came ripping around the front fender to assess the damage. The thing was, that cat staring up at me in its last moments, mewling and licking my wrist, seeking an unkown comfort, a respite I wasn't qualified to give, that shook me... 69.225.14.64 |