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Edible Arrangement 08-17-2024
Fruits Fire
Publication Type: News - 08/16/2024 - 20:56
In a test for this fire assignment, I would be camping in a remote location all by myself with only one essential duty, to prevent a random tourist or local from driving over the pass and into a raging wildfire. I was a road guard with a catch, I needed to wear all my firefighting Nomex gear, except I could wear shorts.
At NIFC before heading out to the Breads Fire
The Division Chief (DIVS) and trainee, assigned to the fire I was on, came driving down the road to deliver my sack lunch. I was the only firefighter spiked out here serving as a road guard. I was there to prevent tourists from driving over the pass and directly into waiting flames.
As soon as the DIVS spotted me he knew something was off. I was a firefighter wearing my sun bleached yellow Nomex shirt, fire boots, and a pair of Nomex looking shorts.
The DIVS pulled up beside me, rolled down his window, and said in a perplexing and authoritative tone, “I have been fighting fire for over 30-years, and this is the first time in my career having seen a firefighter wearing shorts?”
Without saying a word, I drew his gaze by pointing my finger down at my exposed legs. That’s when he noticed the red blotches of throbbing, blistering, swollen, ooze leaking, fiery blisters of poison oak saturated skin and scratch marks that only made it worse.
I’m sure he felt a quick chill up his spine mixed with a feeling of repulsed horror and shock. He handed me my sack lunch and said,” now I’ve seen it all.”
He rolled up his window and drove back over the pass to the fire. I never saw him again and someone else would deliver my lunch from now on.
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For this fire assignment, I would be camping in a remote location all by myself with only one essential duty, to prevent a random tourist or local from driving over the pass and into a raging wildfire. I was a road guard with a catch, I needed to wear all my firefighting Nomex gear, except I could wear shorts.
The Division Chief (DIVS) and trainee, assigned to the fire I was on, came driving down the road to deliver my sack lunch. I was the only firefighter spiked out here serving as a road guard. I was there to prevent tourists from driving over the pass and directly into waiting flames.
As soon as the DIVS spotted me he knew something was off. I was a firefighter wearing my sun bleached yellow Nomex shirt, fire boots, and a pair of Nomex looking shorts.
The DIVS pulled up beside me, rolled down his window, and said in a perplexing and authoritative tone, “I have been fighting fire for over 30-years, and this is the first time in my career having seen a firefighter wearing shorts?”
Without saying a word, I drew his gaze by pointing my finger down at my exposed legs. That’s when he noticed the red blotches of throbbing, blistering, swollen, ooze leaking, fiery blisters of poison oak saturated skin and scratch marks that only made it worse.
I’m sure he felt a quick chill up his spine mixed with a feeling of repulsed horror and shock. He handed me my sack lunch and said,” now I’ve seen it all.”
He rolled up his window and drove back over the pass to the fire. I never saw him again and someone else would deliver my lunch from now on.
