Field reports from places most people don't go - like CONS, boat shows, livestock auctions, large public niche events. You always hear us before you see us. Usually, you're driving in traffic, trying to make the next light, either really liking the song on the radio or hurriedly switching from station to station hunting for a good one, when you become aware of a vague yet familiar whining somewhere in your subconscious. Damned if I know. You could get hurt doing it.
People die doing it.
I'm at the point where I don't have to go into the burning buildings any more. There are enough younger members in my department who will physically push their way to be first at the hose line, chomping at the bit to rush into the smoky void, brave the heat and challenge the beast. Still, I make myself useful by driving the truck. Truth be told, that's where the real power and responsibility lies, so I guess it makes sense to let one of the older, more stable members handle that part. I live 1.6 miles from the firehouse.