As a life member of a volunteer fire department, with 27 years of service, I have been around long enough to remember the old days. Days when we would pile everyone on top of the tanker or squeeze one more guy on the tailboard and hold on tight. In these days of enclosed heated and air-conditioned cabs, my memories seem as distant as those of the old-guys who hung out at the station when I was a junior member. I have to wonder what is ahead for my son.
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