the fireman

I remember 1 scene from tru calling, some firefighting scene. and I was very mesmerised by the firefighters. thinking that their job is very cool. meaningful and cool.

never a moment of boredom. i thought.

I never stop to think. How does it feel that they have saved whoever should be saved and killed whoever should be killed (i.e. the fire)? How does it feel looking at the onlookers, who were previously clapping at their heroic act, leaving? The silence. Is it deafening? How much does it take for the fireman to slowly and steadily roll up the hose when adrenalin from the fire-fighting is still overwhelming him?

Now I know. It is not fun. It actually leaves you wanting more. The adrenalin rush is addictive. To be suddenly forced to pull over is not a good feeling.

Now I know why my dad curses whenever some1 cuts into his lane. He has to brake.

Should I polish the engine tomorrow? Or should I pull the hose out to sun it? Or should I work on the fire report? What shall I do tomorrow?