A short story that follows the thoughts of a fire fighter Just a Fire Fighter Translate this page to Spanish, French, Italian, German, or Portuguese. Stealing and looting. It seems like the whole city is in flames. Fire engines are racing through the night, not enough of them. We're called to an apartment building, passing burning cars on the way.
Someone throws a brick through a side window, breaking it.
We screech to a halt, and drag the hoses out, people are gathering around us, angry, filled with hate. We train the hoses on the building, forcing back the flames. Someone throws something. No one answers. More stuff is thrown.