Firsts

Last night I got to ride shotgun in the rescue truck on the way to a huge gas spill call. We ran lights but no sirens, and the Lt's advice piping through the headset covering my ears as we headed to the call filled me with nervous excitement. We pulled up, I was assigned my duty, and we mostly stood around joking with each other while we waited for orders. I stood there in my turn-out gear and I couldn't help but look back at the truck I had just climbed out of. The people driving past kept rubbernecking even though there wasn't anything to see but the three of us standing together in the cold night, lights from the engine flickering off of us like a disco with Turret's. I couldn't shake the feeling that at any moment I could wake from the dream, so I had better tread carefully.