Sleeping soundly I hear the fire alarm go off, little past midnight the fire truck crew and the firefighters start rushing as we did in training but, this time it was real. I jump up from exhaustion to hasten. Moments later we were rapidly driving through neighborhoods to hitting a dead end road, all in confusion and lost for words, we see a light just over the peek of the hill in the pitch black darkness. The elder truck driver that had been working on the field for over 25 years held a grimace that I have never seen before, nether has the others because they all made a face when they looked over at him for his directions to head out. Seconds later before any of the men and women in the fire truck could even say a word, I see the fire has started close to where there is a rural community, I quickly said to the others “It looks like the fire could have started in a rural community that is just on the other side of the peak of the hill and if so, there is narrow fields of grass which would quickly go round the ends of the settlement clearing, into the “big woods.
” All stood in confusion as if i was speaking another language. The fire reached the flat foot of the ridge and started to make its way toward the little town we were in. They all started getting their stuff together to prepare for the worst because all knew it was spreading quickly. The truck driver yelled “Does anyone have a better idea of how it started” all looked at him and nodded then he turned to me and said “show me the way to the small community you were talking about.
“By the time we reached the small rural community called the ‘Brook’ more than five fire trucks where already putting out the fires that quickly spread from one little house to another. Some trucks were dropping off men to go to the bottom of the hill where the fire has now spread to because of the fields of grass that led towards the woods. I immediately remembered the dam that was used as a water source for all the communities all around small town Tennessee. Less than a minute later I head out and started to head for the dam.
I had thought to open the small sluice at the bottom of it, which would add to the volume of water to the stream towards the bottom of the hill where the fire has began to spread.When I reached the dam I thought that other firefighters would have had the same idea I had and try to open the dam to put the fire out at the bottom of the hill before it reached its way up to the woods but, it seemed that nobody even knew it was there because I was the only one there. 30 minutes passses but by then I have prayed at the gate, opened the way, and a stream of water two feet square shot from the bottom of the dam and went sloshing down among the rocks towards the bottom of the hill.”That water will help a lot,” I thought from the time I reached the dam. I heard the roar of the fire from the small community “Brook” a mile or so away, and saw a huge dull, brick-colored flash as a big hemlock went up in flame. The amount of water gushing from the gate of the dam seemed suddenly small and useless.
It would not fill the bottom of the hill enough to put the growing fire out and by the time morning came there wasn’t too much any of us could do because the fire became too much to handle. Families evacuated and businesses closed.Within all fires there is reasonings behind them. They all start the same way, but never end up the same.
Firefighters are brave men and women that risk their lives to help save others even if they aren’t always the hero to the problem. Most fires may be little but there is the few that kill and or harm many such as forest fires.