The following pictures from a recent Chicago, IL fire were sent to my husband by a friend who still lives in Chicago. This was a warehouse fire apparently started accidently by homeless persons trying to stay warm. Fortunately the only injury was minor from a fireman falling after slipping on the ice. DH enjoyed viewing the pictures and it certainly brought back many memories.
For me, Iím so glad he is retired after thirty years with the Chicago Fire Department. And Iím thankful he survived all those cold days and nights where his helmet froze to his head and where the collapse of building walls from the weight of ice killed fellow firefighters. He has run for his life down dark alleys as the building he was just in collapsed. Iím blessed he got out in time and survived being hit in the head as glass window blocks falling three stories rained down on him. He survived being blown thirty feet when an auto on fire exploded in an underground parking lot, survived two episodes of smoke inhalation requiring hospitalization (before the fire strike in 1980, Chicago was the only major fire department to NOT have masks and air cylinders,) survived being repeatedly beaten by the heavy, brass hose couplings as 700 feet of 2 1/2" hose unraveled from the hose bed. Sirens blaring, horns blasting and the engine moving at a high rate of speed, he hung on for life on the back step of the engine unable to alert the engineer a problem existed.
Yes, in my eyes my husband is a hero and he deserves every day that he now enjoys in the sun.