Two Years

Has it really been that long?  I mean, where did the time go?  Two years ago, I recall how every morning we did "the routine."  The chopping, the climbing of ladders and the running.  I almost miss those days.  All we had to do was exactly what we were told.  And after fourteen weeks, the academy was over.  After that, I was sent out into the field.  South to 8th and Hayes.  I remember my first day out in the field like it was yesterday.  The co sleeping death we had before noon.  The car fire and getting to use the nozzle.  And the fact that it was Superbowl Sunday.  Colts versus the Saints.  Not that I watched the game.

And since that time there are still so many firehouses in the city that I have yet to work at.  In fact, here's a list. 1's, 6's, 8's, 9's, 10's, 13's, 16's, 18's, 21's, 22's, 25's, 32's, 33's, 35's, 36's, 37's and 38's.  That's seventeen houses that I haven't been at.  And now, staying in the fourth battalion, who know's how long it will be before I see any of those.  That is unless I write out of Truck 14.  But that I'm not planning on doing any time soon.

Byrge