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Edward laughed, “What are you, Smokey the Bear?” he laughed again “Hey Krissy” he said, “Smokey Bear says us firemen are gunna start a fire.”
Kristine turned, blew smoke, and laughed. “Careful Ed, only you can prevent forest fires. If we start one Smokey over there might claw us to death.” They both laughed, even I laughed. It was good to relieve that stress with humor. Like my dad always said.
The nick name stuck. Everyone in the fire station called me Smokey from that day forward. Guess thats what i get for being so anal about cigarettes. They even got me a joke uniform with Smokey sewed in as the name. Even some of the Police officers and EMTs from my area called me Smokey. Word traveled fast.
I still felt guilty about not being able to save those people though. I didn’t care about risking myself, in fact, I wanted to. I needed a job that would let me save people by letting me be first at the scene. I needed to be a blue canary. I needed to be a police officer.
CHAPTER 7, REDEMPTION…
I finished up my ASE certification and received an award for excellence in the automotive industry. It was a nice little thing, but I wasn’t going to be actively using it for income. No, I just thought that knowing about cars could be useful one day.
I stayed working as an EMT and Fireman while I worked on my police training. I moved around to different fire stations. All the names and faces of the people I work with just seem to escape my memory. They just seem like faceless people who played only a minor roll in the story of my life.
I worked for another year and I became a police officer. I quickly climbed the ranks and became a State Trooper at 23 years old. I hung out on the highway. I gave tickets and busted drug cars and that kind of thing. I developed the 6th sense that most police officers have. That common sense. That ability to spot out things that are suspicious. I once caught a guy with a stolen car full of drugs because I thought the car looked suspicious, so I pulled him over for a tail light out. You can tell when something is wrong, you can even smell drugs pretty well. Better than the average Joe anyway. I practiced with my gun, ran laps, lifted weights, and practiced my technical driving maneuvers on all my free time. I still retained that street racer instinct from when I was a kid in high school.
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