Bobby grew up idolizing his granddad and father. They were both firefighters in a small town in Northeast Missouri. Always wanting to go and play on the trucks with his dad when he worked shifts, asking grandpa to tell him stories of rescuing people, saving buildings from total destruction, and seeing a little girls eyes light up when he got her kitten out of a tree for her. He was so proud that when he turned 18 he joined the same firefighters academy that they had both attended and graduate from despite the wishes of the rest of the family.
His parents were always afraid that he would try to be much to the hero. He had said many times that he would rush into a burning building to save a family, child, or even a pet. Frankly, it worried them.
3 months after graduating the Academy their worst fears came true. Someone had a meth lab in an apartment building that exploded. 6 stories of housing was now a big bonfire and every fire department within 50 miles had been called to help stop the blaze.
Bobbys truck was the first to arrive.
Almost out of instinct he grabbed a hose and started up the ladder to work on putting the roof out. He had been going at it for 15 minutes when he heard the faint cries. My babies, Someone help us we are burning up in here.
He could see movement through the closest window. A family of four huddled in a corner, wrapped in blankets and screaming for help. Bobby looked down at all the other firefighters telling him it was a lost cause. They said he needed to get the hell away from the building before it collapsed. He just shook his head no and pointed at the window making the sign that someone was in there.
His father on the ground knew what Bobby was thinking. He started to climb the ladder to get his only son down but he was to late. Bobby, always wanting to be the hero, finally got his chance. Jumping through the window to help the family frozen in terror, he knew he could hand them out to his dad coming up behind him. He HAD to do this This was RIGHT to do, damn the consequences.
He scooped up the 3 year old twin boys and handed them out to his dad who started down the ladder to safety. The mother and father were soon following. As Bobby started out the window he paused. Was that another voice he thought to himself? He could have sworn he heard another cry for help. He went back inside and started looking through rooms. And then all hell broke loose.
Will write more later... time for work at the moment... Feedback so far is appreciated though
Family Traditions
Bobby grew up idolizing his granddad and father. They were both firefighters in a small town in Northeast Missouri. Always wanting to go and play on the trucks with his dad when he worked shifts, asking grandpa to tell him stories of rescuing people, saving buildings from total destruction, and seeing a little girls eyes light up when he got her kitten out of a tree for her. He was so proud that when he turned 18 he joined the same firefighters academy that they had both attended and graduate from despite the wishes of the rest of the family.
His parents were always afraid that he would try to be much to the hero. He had said many times that he would rush into a burning building to save a family, child, or even a pet. Frankly, it worried them.
3 months after graduating the Academy their worst fears came true. Someone had a meth lab in an apartment building that exploded. 6 stories of housing was now a big bonfire and every fire department within 50 miles had been called to help stop the blaze.
Bobbys truck was the first to arrive.
Almost out of instinct he grabbed a hose and started up the ladder to work on putting the roof out. He had been going at it for 15 minutes when he heard the faint cries. My babies, Someone help us we are burning up in here.
He could see movement through the closest window. A family of four huddled in a corner, wrapped in blankets and screaming for help. Bobby looked down at all the other firefighters telling him it was a lost cause. They said he needed to get the hell away from the building before it collapsed. He just shook his head no and pointed at the window making the sign that someone was in there.
His father on the ground knew what Bobby was thinking. He started to climb the ladder to get his only son down but he was to late. Bobby, always wanting to be the hero, finally got his chance. Jumping through the window to help the family frozen in terror, he knew he could hand them out to his dad coming up behind him. He HAD to do this This was RIGHT to do, damn the consequences.
He scooped up the 3 year old twin boys and handed them out to his dad who started down the ladder to safety. The mother and father were soon following. As Bobby started out the window he paused. Was that another voice he thought to himself? He could have sworn he heard another cry for help. He went back inside and started looking through rooms. And then all hell broke loose.
Will write more later... time for work at the moment... Feedback so far is appreciated though