This is a copy of a post I made on my Thread... "The Old Girl needs New shoes."
As a retired fireman, today, (9/11/2011), holds a special meaning... I was working on a wildland fire on the Eldorado National Forest on Sept. 11, 2001. In fire camp, we had a "State of California" communication trailer with satellite TV showing real time video of the planes crashing into the towers.
All the hard work that my fire team and I had done on that fire met nothing! I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach, I felt beat-up... I felt mentally & physically exhausted! And I just wanted to go home, and see my family...and be with them.
For myself and many other fireman, that day was surreal, more like a dream or nightmare... It was really hard to process what had happened that day.
It wasn't until I got home from that fire, did I allow myself to cry for my fallen 343 brothers. And to truly realize how much that day had changed my life, and the world around me... forever!
10 years later... I just want to thank our brave serviceman, (and servicewomen), firemen, and police for their service to our country. I honor you everytime I ride my harley, when someone comes up to me, and asks, "What is the meaning of the "343" on your bike?" I can tell them what that number means!
Engine 57 is another sad story of loss...which I will share on a later date....last pics is our new apparatus here in Shasta Lake City.
Thank-you for your public sevice!