ng age of fourteen, like many other juniors, I would listen to the stories of the senior men, the “old guys”. They told stories of many fires, recalled interesting calls, and taught lessons they learned that would shape the fire service today. During my time as a junior I was anxious to get my first call, to prove myself. After the first house fire when I turned 18 and finally completed my interior firefighter class, I began to understand what this job was. I began to understand what the veteran fireman meant by the accomplishment you feel when you have a dirty helmet and black snot for days. Since my rookie years I experienced the good calls and the bad calls, there have been fires, accidents, shootings, and death. They say it best in the documentary, BURN, “I wish my mind could forget what my eyes have seen” and that is no lie.