That Sucks!

Fire tone alarms.

Out the door we go and as we cruise down 27th street, we're waiting to hear the first in size up.  Finally we arrive on scene.  As I got off the rig, I saw that E17 and T8 were already there.  Walking up to the corner house, I saw a good amount of smoke coming out of the front door.  I then noticed that one of my instructors from the academy was also geared up talking to the chief.  Anyway, the boss directed us to head in.  Got down and started to mask up, and as I turned my bottle on, I heard a loud pop followed by a hissing sound coming from the rear of my pack.  I turned it off and tried to tighten the connection.  Turned the bottle on again, and the same hissing sound came back.  "What the hell!" I thought.  Frustrated, I began to get my pack off to see what was happening.  At this moment, another air pack was tossed over to me.  Really?  This had to happen right in front of one instructors?  Anyway, grabbed his pack and got squared away.  Went inside to rejoin the rest of my company.  Did a little work, but was more pissed of the event that just happened.

A while back, a HEO told me to make sure that the rig is ready to roll before any house work is to be done.  I couldn't have agreed with him morning.  On this day, I did that.  Now if I didn't check my mask in the morning, I would willingly admit that I didn't check it.  But I did.  There was no issues with my pack during my morning check.  So what the hell happened?  Later I was told that it was my O-ring that popped off.  Probably because the connection came loose.  Yep, that sucked.

Gets better.  A few hours later, the phone rings.  A neighbor called saying that someone left a fire coat on scene.  When I heard, this, I sprinted out to the truck to make sure that mine was there.  Thankfully, it was.  It turned out to be the captains coat.  And boy, did he hear about it from the guys.

Just another day in what the department calls the quarters of E23 and T14.  Paradise in the Park.

Byrge