God created all equal, Only the finest become Firefighters

What is every little kids dream? They either want to be a fireman, soldier, policeman, astronaunt or a ambulance driver. Well I got to live some of my dream. I got to serve in the military where I have worked as a fireman/medic, military police officer, worked on tanks, and also worked with explosive ordanice. I have been all over the US and also been to Germany, England, Bosnia, Saudia Arabia, Iraq, Kuwait. I think the best part of my career was in 1996 having the priviledge of spending 90 days down in Atlanta Goergia at the 96 Summer Oylimpics providing security for the athletes. The military started me in my career as a firefighter by training me in that field. Went to school for that in Chanute AFB. Ill. in the early 80's and then started to take more courses in firefighting through the State of Mich. Also have been trained to work in the EMS field.
The earlist recolection of the fire service and I think that really got me interested in that field was my dad was a firefighter with the same deepartment that I am on now. I can remember at 3 in the morning the fire siren going off and waking up the whole house. The sirren was located behind our house on top of the chiefs bait shop. I can remember my dad running out the door and not getting back home for many hours. I wanted to be like my dad. I wanted to save lives and pull people from burning houses. I was proud of my dad.
I can remember my dad talking some about different calls he went on and what happened. That made me more interested in the job. I just wish dad was alive now to see me live my dream. Everytime I go out on a call I think to myself, "What would dad do? How would he handle this call?" I know that when my pager goes off that my parents are watching over me to keep me safe.
The one call that I remember very well that dad went on was when a Douglas Skyraider crashed not to far from the house we lived in. He went down there and helped pick up peices to that plane for most of thee day. The pilot was killed on impact and dad didn't talk to much about that call. The pilot just came home from Vietnam and recieved permission to fly his plane home to show his parents.
Even with all of the death and destruction we deal with, when the pager goes off I'm off to the call. I am proud of my dad for getting my interest in this job in me at a young age. I just hope he's as proud of me as I was of him for what he was doing.