You usually only get biker photos of me, but here’s one our acting public information officer snuck last night as we were winding up.
We had mutual aid from a neighboring county, including one of the guys with whom I’d done the long Technical Rescue general and rope rescue courses. I brought a ladder over to their unit to get them up with a chainsaw to cut a ventilation/attack hold in the eaves on that side.
One of the guys who didn’t know me remarked that I was carrying the double ladder by myself, and the officer who trained with me said, “Yeah, I know him. Strong as a bull, can’t tell him ****, can’t teach him anything.” Then we laughed and he went up the ladder while I stabilized it in the mud.
I’m proud of my son, who was on the interior attack last night. I think I mentioned that he finished his live Fire training late last year, and last night he put it into action.
4 comments:
I can imagine the immense pride that would come from that. Good on your young man, following father's footsteps.
His grandfather’s, more than mine. Dad was a captain of his VFD for many years.
Well, I'd think that would only make you feel even more proud. Well done.
Yes, he is wise to emulate my father. He was a very good man.
They got a picture of my son too, which I won’t post. But you should see the big grin on his face, at four in the morning in the icy rain, after being inside a burning building fighting fire. He’s probably going to be all right as long as his luck doesn’t run out.
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