I worked over 20 years as a career firefighter/medic for a mid-size city in the Midwest.
As the saying goes, it takes someone a little bit crazy to run into a burning building while the people inside are running out. But once you get bitten by the 'fire bug,' you get almost addicted to going into a burning building with another firefighter(s) and a hose line and doing your best to confront, then kick the fire right in the ass, and most times, come out victorious by dousing the flames.
It's a great feeling.
Fighting those fires, extinguishing the flames and returning most of the structure to the owner in repairable shape is only possible if you have the backing of your community, who are willing to spend some money in the form of taxes to provide your department with decent fire trucks; even better turn-out gear--the protective clothing consisting of coat and pants that have a heavy-duty fire resistant exterior and some type of inner lining that is also fire resistant and heavy duty, fire resistant boots and gloves, all of which can add up to a serious amount of money.
And to have the sense to hire a GOOD Fire Chief, like the much respected former Phoenix, AZ Fire Chief, Alan Brunacini, truly a legend in his own time. I was lucky enough to meet Chief Brunacini once when he came to our city to talk with the firefighters, officers and the rest and the man was simply amazing.
No pretenses, no puffed up ego and a very down to Earth personality, who treated everyone, whether a 'probie' firefighter or Division Chief, the same.
Our Chief introduced Chief Brunacini, and our Chief was dressed in his custom-cut dress uniform, with so much gold braid, ribbons and medals adorning his chest you'd think he was a four-star Army general who'd been thru several World Wars.
Chief Brunacini was wearing slacks and his favorite type of shirt, Hawaiian.
Our Chief stood behind a podium, acting like the President delivering a speech. When he was done, Chief Brunacini pushed the podium aside, and came out and sat down on a table and said, "Let's talk."
At first, nobody said anything, since we were in state of shock. We were used to our Chief talking at us, not with us, but once the initial shock wore off, we had a lively, enjoyable time.
If you want to read about this amazing Chief, this story, "Career Chief of the Year Alan Brunacini has long been on the short list of the nation’s top chiefs," will give you a good idea of what a tremendous service and help he's been to the firefighting community.
And this story, "Fire chief retires; legacy of caring, stressing safety."
At the other end of the spectrum, you have Fire Chiefs who think they can walk on water, have egos the size of a bulldozer and surround themselves with ass-kissers; snitches and back-stabbers so he can maintain a vice-like grip on the fire department by being a bully who intimidates people thru fear.
That was the type of Fire Chief we had in last 16 years I was with that FD.
Trouble was, firefighters are a rather gnarly lot, most of whom aren't intimidated by some blowhard, since we dealt with life-threatening situations on a daily basis, but no matter where one works, there's always those butt-kissers willing to do the boss's dirty work by ratting on fellow employees so they can get that next promotion or big merit raise.
And we had our share.
All of that BS I could deal with, you stood your ground and didn't back down when the Chief got into your face and started yelling about something, after all, what's that compared to going into a 13 story tall hi-rise, with flames shooting out numerous windows?
You just resigned yourself to not getting promoted, since you didn't bow down before his 'Majesty' and tell that clown what a great Chief he was...trouble is, he wasn't.
Any firefighter with any common sense will tell you when you first pull up on the scene of a large fire, you could get carried away by letting fear take over, but most firefighters learn to take that negative and turn it into a positive and use it for energy.
Then there's those who never learned that trick, that lose it when seeing those flames. Some turn yellow, and do their best to hide from Fire Command and some, like that Fire Chief, run around the fire scene like the proverbial chicken with his head cut off, which is dangerous for the entire operation, since he's the Chief and instead of letting Fire Command call the shots, he'd go around 'free-lancing' (A term that describes fire crews ignoring Fire Command and doing what they want, which is very dangerous since Command thinks the crew is doing this over there, when they're really at a different location. Firefighters can and do get hurt when a crew 'free-lances,' and when it's the Chief running around the fire scene, grabbing a crew and telling them he wants this or that done, if the officer in charge of that crew doesn't have the balls to stand up and tell the Chief we've already got an assignment, that's when firefighters can and do get hurt, and our Chief pulled that stunt many a time and in the process, got some firefighters seriously injured.)
All of which became even worse after 9/11, since the Chief turned paranoid, convinced that 'al CIA Duh' operatives were in our city, ready to jump out and kill fire crews or even worse, in his mind, steal one of his firetrucks--The trucks weren't the Chief's, they belonged to the city's taxpayers.
By that time, I had 17 years time on the department and had finally managed to get promoted to Lieutenant, after taking NINE promotional exams and getting skipped over several times.
Shortly after 9/11, he met with all of the department's fire officers to talk about his concerns/fears about what some crazed jihadists was going to do to our community. He told us to "Be on the lookout for suspicious characters."
Since I had no idea of what he was talking about, I raised my hand and asked the Chief to define what he meant by 'suspicious.' At first, he didn't say anything, he just glared at me and I could tell by the way his neck veins were popping out, his Majesty was pissed that some 'uppity' officer like me dare ask a question.
He finally barked out, "Your Division Chief will further explain this matter," which told me he didn't have a clue as to what he had just said.
End of subject.
After the meeting, I asked my Division Chief to further explain what the Chief meant and she took me to task for asking that question, that it had gotten the Chief pissed off and haven't you learned by now to keep your mouth shut sometimes?
When it came to the safety of my crew and being able to do a good job and come home alive and uninjured, I hadn't learned to keep my mouth shut.
After reading the paranoid stories lately in the MSM, like this one:
10 Things Citizen Spies Should Report to DHSAnd this one:
The Department of Homeland Security wants the public to be on the prowl for suspicious and criminal behavior. They've gone to great lengths to recruit business owners in this effort to report unusual activity. They've struck deals with Google, Facebook, and Twitter to monitor Internet activities. DHS has also set up fusion centers nationwide to coordinate with local authorities and private sector partners to hunt down potential threats.
Lately, they've cranked up their effort to recruit citizen spies through the "If You See Something, Say Something" campaign; supported by taxpayer-funded Hollywood-produced commercials encouraging citizens to be vigilant and report their suspicions to authorities.
Lone wolf lunacy and "First Observers"I now realize our Fire Chief wasn't crazy, he was just ahead of his time in sowing fear and paranoia into the public, just like the Zionist MSM does 24/7 so we'll act like those firefighters who never learned to conquer fear; we'll run around like that chicken, always worried that some 'al CIA Duh' bad guys are behind the next bend or even hiding in our tool shed, ready to jump out and slit out throats.
Not surprisingly, The Oklahoman is touting a new program on its pages that one of these days will undoubtedly collar some hapless patsy who thought he was simply delivering a package to a school for a friend.
That type of fear is contagious and we need to use all of our energy so we don't succumb to fear and paranoia, which will eventually lead us into madness.
We need to take those negatives and turn them into positive energy and keep focused on finding out who was really behind the FALSE FLAG/INSIDE JOB of 9/11 or resign ourselves to living in poverty and under a dictatorship and worse, condemn our kids and grandkids to a lifetime of misery.