Call for Help #Firefighter #Fire #Volunteer

My department about to start a training exercise

A call in the nighttime

Blasts me from my dreams,

Someone’s in trouble

The radio screams.

Don gear at the station

Before taking a truck,

To find the right driveway

Can sometimes take luck.

I have the training

I’ll be okay,

So I can run towards

While you run away.

My fate’s in my hands

From the training I choose,

Equipment and practice

Between win and lose.

Smell of the smoke,

Dance of the flame,

Puzzles to solve

In areal-life game.

It takes up my time,

Puts me in danger,

But I keep volunteering,

Help neighbor and stranger.

By Kate Rauner

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