Un-freakin-believeable.

Last night, I put out a house fire. I helped hook up the hydrant. I went around to the back of the house and knocked down the fire on the back porch with the blitzgun hose with my chief. Then I helped put out more fire with this guy Sandy from another department. My gear was completely soaked, all the way through. I was being rained upon with water, smoke, ashes, glass, and chunks of slate roof. There were times I couldn't see two inches in front of my face because of all the smoke. It was the most intense 7 hours of my life. My body aches and I'm running on 90 minutes of sleep, but I don't care. It was like a movie, or a dream. Am I even here?