5/12 4:31 PM Greg hey,can you come home? I need your help./
5/12 4:31 PM Greg like soon
5/12 4:31 PM Greg (fire)
5/12 4:31 PM Greg (not that bad)
I book it out of work. Drive home to see flames in our field and Greg beating at them with a black cloth. First thought is that something escaped from the burn bin. Then I noticed that at the beginning of the scorch-marked ground there is a tiny gas can. What has Greg been playing? Run out to see if I can help. “Uh can you get me some water?” After wrestling with the water hose I fill up our trash can with water. Not that they didn’t make perfect sense before, but bucket brigades with smaller buckets are such a smart thing. Water is HEAVY. As the water is filling up Greg and I come to the same decision – It’s time to call the fire department and report a field fire. It isn’t really that big, but: Greg is getting worn out from running back and forth from beating at the ground to getting his rag wet and we don’t want it to get to where it can’t be handled. One of our neighbors is a pine tree farm so it had potential to be disastrous.
Tanker firetruck pulls up and drives through the field to get to the other side of the fire. The fire truck is followed closely by a normal truck with flashing lights which parks in the driveway, thank you very much. The Fire Chief gets out and starts hosing down the fire. He has most of it out when 2 minutes later a 3rd truck arrives with lights in the dashboard flashing. By the time the 4th and final volunteer firefighter arrives, the fire is out and they are just hosing down the ashes to make sure no flare-ups occur.
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