Blake Crowe

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- warmth too, a reminder of why I did this. It wasn’t for the glory or the thrill. It was for moments like that. Moments when someone got to see another day because of the work we do. For that I would do it all over again}

-close the town was, I knew they'd come together to rebuild a better home for the family that almost lost everything. Arriving at the station a few minutes later, the adrenaline wore off, leaving behind the exhaustion that always followed a fire. But there was a-

-girl. She waved, her stuffed bear clutched tightly in one hand. I raised a gloved hand in return, a small smile tugging at my lips. Slipping into the truck, I glance back at the house as we pull away. Though the place damaged everyone was a live and that's what matter. How -

-good?” Giving him a nod, my heart was still racing as I spoke.} Yeah. Just another day, right? {But it wasn’t just another day. It never was. Every life saved, every second in that fire it all meant something. As I walked back toward the truck, I glanced back at the little -

- for a moment, watching as she finally relaxed, the fear in her eyes replaced with something that looked like trust. Yet my attention soon shifted as the chief clapped me on the shoulder, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “Hell of a save, Crowe. You -

-tightened around my neck. “Don’t go!” She whispers as I smile and brushing a strand of hair away from her face.} I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now. I promise. {A paramedic appeared at my side, gently coaxing her away so they could check her over. I stood there-

-did. When we reached the ground, cheers erupted from the crowd that had gathered outside. I barely noticed. All I could focus on was the small, soot-covered face staring up at me.} You did so good, sweetheart, {I said, crouching to set her down. But her arms -

- the ladder reached the window just as the flames surged behind us. Carefully, I stepped onto the first rung, the shift in balance making every muscle in my body tense. Step by step, I climbed down, the little girl clutching me like her life depended on it. Which it -

-contrast to the suffocating heat. Below, I could see my crew scrambling to position the ladder. I held her tighter as she buried her face in my neck, her little body trembling. } Almost there, little one. Just hold on to me, okay? Don’t let go. {Moments later-

- narrowing our chances. I radioed in to the team outside.} I’ve got her. Second floor, east side. Get that ladder ready! {Moving towards the window, I grab the axe hooked to my side and swing. The glass shattered easily under it. Fresh air rushed in, a stark -

- from the heat as I made my way back. The path I’d come in on was now fully engulfed. The staircase was no longer an option, flames consuming what was left of it. Fuck it, Plan B then. I scan the room, spotting a window. The fire was creeping closer, every second-

-going to be okay. I promise. {I said and waited before finally, she crawled toward me, and I pulled her into my arms. She weighed almost nothing, but her tiny grip on my neck was strong enough to cut through the chaos. I tuck her close to my chest and turned, shielding her-

-face smeared with ash. } Hey, sweetheart! {My voice softened as I knelt down.} I’m here to get you out of here, okay? I need you to trust me. {Her big, terrified eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, she froze. I reached out slowly, not wanting to scare her further.} It’s -

-about that now. Moving forward, I spot her through a gap in the doorframe. Her tiny figure curled under a wooden desk. The fire hadn’t reached this room yet, but it was closing in fast, flames licking the doorway. She was clutching a stuffed bear, her tear-streaked =

-whimper answered me, followed by a muffled cough. I tracked it to the second bedroom, up on the second floor the air was hotter, thinner, each breath a fight against the smoke clawing at my lungs. My oxygen gauge beeped a warning, but there was no time to think -

-my weight as I ascended, my boots slipping on debris. I braced myself against the wall for balance, the texture hot even through my gloves. I called out again, my voice carrying over the crackling flames. } I’m coming for you! Keep calling to me! {A soft -

-was once her home. It didn’t matter how many fires I’d been in, the stakes were always highest when there was someone inside. Moving towards the stairs I found them, half of them already eaten away by the fire. Moving up them carefully the stairs groaned under -

-hear me over the chaos. The smoke was thick, the heat relentless, but I pushed forward. That's when I could hear her, a little girl’s faint cries cutting through the roar of the flames. My heart clenched, adrenaline surging as I moved through the charred wreckage of what -

- through my turnout gear. Smoke clawed at my vision, thick and choking, but I pushed forward, forcing my breathing to stay steady. "Blake, second-floor bedroom, right side!" someone shouted through the comms.} Hang on! {I called out, not even sure if the kid could =

-windows. I could hear it before I saw it a cry, faint but distinct. A kid. I didn’t wait for the go-ahead. As soon as my boots hit the ground, I grabbed the hose, barked a few orders, and made a beeline for the door. The heat hit me like a wall the second I stepped inside, even-

- them? } Stay sharp, stay focused, {I told the team as we pulled up to the house. Flames were already licking at the second story, black smoke pouring out like a living thing. Neighbors were clustered on the lawn, shouting over each other, pointing to the upstairs -

-afternoon sun. My gut twisted the way it always does when kids are involved. I leaned forward in my seat, running through every scenario in my head. What floor? What room? Where would a scared little kid hide if their world was burning down around-

- they suit up, check their gear, and climb into the truck. Today wasn’t any different. The radio call came through, urgent and frantic: a residential fire, possible entrapment. A kid. The truck roared down the street, sirens wailing, lights flashing against the late -

All in a days work.

{There’s something about the crackle of flames that sticks with you. It’s not just the sound, it’s the weight of it, the promise of destruction. Every firefighter knows that weight, feels it pressing down on them as-

Solo droppin' soon.

Well, someone slap my butt and give me a hero cookie.

Fire fighter. Too hot to handle. Better looking than your boyfriend. Bull-riding, motorcycles, and horses. Saving cats from trees and helping little ol' ladies cross the street. MDNI

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