My Dad was a fireman and even though I was just 6 I still remember the days he come home and hug us a little bit longer then normal. I remember him always smelling strongly of smoke on those days. Wasn't till years later did I realise that it was those days when he almost didn't come home.
Thankfully he took a safer job and became a state fire Marshall. He was even one of the leading inspectors on the Oklahoma bombing. He retired about 10 years ago but he got bored and became a cop. Lol I guess he just loved the danger.
My mom made him finally quit so he took up truck driving. A bit safer and still the thrill of danger. Lol he loves it. He been at the truck driving for 4 years now.
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