The night is silent, there is no light.
But somewhere across town, there is a fire to fight.
The noise of my pager awakens me
Dispatch shouts of fire with entrapment.
I get my keys and stumble to my feet.
I rush to my truck, hoping I'm in luck.
The blue light spins, as i hope we can win.

I get to the station and don my heavy gear
I get on the truck to fight someone's fear.
Passenger seat I sit, we'll be there in a bit.
With sirens yelping and red lights lighting the night sky
I hope to God no one on my truck dies.

As we round the corner, I see a glow
Hoping to god the house doesn't blow.
We pull up front and I hop off the truck
Grabbing a hose and putting a pack on my back
I rush in to a smoke filled darkness without looking back.
I'm alone and scared, hoping God is looking down
The room comes alive, an orange hell around.
I open the hose in an attempt to drown
The child is in here, I look all around

I hear the order to get out now!
The roof is sagging, I run to the door
I trip on a door as the flames roar
There he lays, in the same door.
I scoop and run, i can't make it to the door
Out a window i dive, from the second floor.
I hit the pavement and start CPR.
Hoping I can make the run to the EMS car.

I dropp the baby off as i fall to my knees
As tired as I may be, I have a fire to fight.
God, I love this life.

Fifteen minutes later, I stumble to my rig.
looking at the remains, the house was so big.
I walk into my house, nearly 6 o'clock.
I did my job, and I did it well.
This is not my career, I'm a Volunteer.

Tyler S. Johnson

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