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  West2008

  about 1 month ago

  2584 comments

  Thanks for the add! take care and stay safe!

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  babbsbg

  about 1 month ago

  422 comments

  Thanks for adding me Dani..It was good to see you last night...

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  Justoneguy

  about 1 month ago

  3006 comments

  hey there... dani... i just wanted to say hello

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  LadyFirefighter08

  about 1 month ago

  2504 comments

  Thank you for the add. Have a great weekend. Take care and as always, stay safe.

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  SCFD405

  about 1 month ago

  632 comments

  Thanks for the add. Stay safe and Gob bless.

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  stevenjacob

  about 1 month ago

  4592 comments

  thanks for the add stay safe and keep in touch

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  luvmyff99

  about 1 month ago

  4750 comments

  Thank you for adding me to your list of friends. Hope you have a wonderful Thursday and weekend and keep in touch. Be Safe.
  Tonia Jacob

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  1401

  about 1 month ago

  354 comments

  Thanks for the add. Stay Safe !

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  Justoneguy

  about 1 month ago

  3006 comments

  hey there... thank u for adding me on here... it is good to see you on here too

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  hephner2000

  about 1 month ago

  3642 comments

  Hey! Good to meet you. Stay low and stay safe. Thanks for the add!

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  smokin_cowgurl_8

  8 months ago

  30 comments

  Please check it out.. this is a paper I had to do for my speech class and then I was pursuaded by the guys in my company to give it as a speech at our annual Fireman's Banquet.

  Livin’ in the Fast Lane
  
  What’s the code? What’s the code? What’s the code? Ah, zero seven, zero four, zero eight. Beep! I hear the door unlock itself. As I open the door the immediate smell of cleaners, gasoline, and a hint of smoke engulf my body. My shoes make a sharp squeaking noise with every step I make. All of a sudden all I can think of is that scene in The Karate Kid, when Mr. Miyagi kept repeating, "Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off." I am suddenly brought back to reality by the abrupt bang of the door slamming shut behind me. I can feel my creamy chocolate eyes settle on what lies before me. My gosh, am I drooling? Most people might find it a common occurrence to start drooling when a platter of mouth watering Cheese Danishes are placed in front of them, but come on, am I really drooling over a room full of vehicles? I suppose that when you spend the majority of your free time in this room with these rigs, you have earned the right to drool over them.
  To my left the company ambulance sits parked and I can feel the heat escaping from under the hood from a recent call. Directly behind it sits the fire company's Utility truck. Strangely, from where I am standing it resembles a bulldog with its bulky build. On my right is the fire company's Engine and behind it is the Tanker. I now turn my attention to my favorite apparatus, the Rescue. Our most commonly used fire truck; I have grown quite partial to this apparatus. Looking at each truck, their red paint gleams off of them like a ray from the sun. Just looking at all the rigs brings a smile to my face and i can just see the pride of this company being well displayed through their beautiful set of emergency vehicles.
  I venture further into this room to find rows of bunker gear lining the walls. Black boots with traces of ashes, suet, and other dirt and grime, yellow bunker pants with a matching jacket, and a helmet with the proud logo of the New Bloomfield Fire Company 8 are all neatly set up for quick dressing. I walk around the oak racks skimming my hand over the gear, the smell of smoke lingering around me. Some sets of gear put off such a stench that I can almost taste the smoke. I can hear the scanner above me full of static. Off in the distance of one of the offices I can hear voices and when I listen closer the faint sound of the vacuum arises from the basement. I turn around to stare at the trucks. The sleek appearance of each one sets off reflections throughout the room, and it seems so tranquil.
  Suddenly, as if I had spoken too soon the small black pager on my left hip begins to go off, releasing the Fire Company's tone. The instant adrenaline rush sent my heart on a marathon run. I ran to the front door grabbing my oversized red bag and pulling out its contents. I get dressed as though I am being timed. As I am getting dressed my fellow firefighters surround me mimicking my actions. Within a matter of minutes we are fully dressed and loaded into our assigned apparatus. The garage door opens and the sound of sirens begin to fill the area. As we exit the firehouse I realize how passionate I am about this place and how much this one room means to me.
  
  ~Danielle Sheaffer

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  K8_Co8

  9 months ago

  4 comments

  hey hey...
  wats up Keith!! lol

  <3Kate