Danny
The firehouse siren is going off as I pull into the drive with the groceries. Over the intercom, the automated voice is telling us where to go.
Adrenaline.
The greatest high I've ever gotten. It flows through my veins as I hear the address of the emergency. My hands shake as I put the truck in park and kill the engine.
Engine one, ambulance three, report to fifteen sixty-eight Red Bird Street. Report of smoke in the kitchen of Sal's Soup.
My feet are moving as I hit the asphalt, arms pumping. Everyone is getting into their turnout gear. I rush to catch up with them, not wanting to be left out of the rescue. This is the part I live for. Not the recognition, but knowing I'm helping the community.
"Let's go Rook." Cameron points his thumb to the back of the engine where my designa
