Last weekend, my husband was invited to go hunting with some of his friends. He spent a very cold night in a sleeping bag in the bed of his pickup (why do men do this?).
The next day, they were driving over to his friend’s cousins land and they noticed a column of smoke coming from the general direction of the cousin’s house. As they got closer, they realized that the house was engulfed in flames and it was flanked by two other houses, not yet on fire but about to be.
They pulled up and quickly grabbed the two water hoses. The great aunt’s house was already completely on fire but the other two houses were getting so hot that the paint was beginning to burst into flames, so they aimed the water at these, putting out all the fires that began to pop up all along the house. One of the guys went in a picked up a two litter bottle of Dr. Pepper, shook it up and put out the fire on one of the porch posts. (Who knew it would be so effective?)
My husband said that the house on fire had 100’s of rounds of ammo that began to explode in the fire. It sounded like tons of firecrackers popping and he was wondering why he saw no bullets exploding all around him. Turns out, without the gun to give it projection, bullets just explode. But, it was somewhat disconcerting at the time to hear what sounded like massive gunfire. Also, he realized that the BBQ grill with a propane tank under it was engulfed in flames.
There was no time to worry about these things because they had to save the other two houses and they had very weak water pressure. Just at the time that they ran out of pressure all together, the volunteer fire department pulled up and began to fight the flames. They quickly ran out of water themselves but were fortunately followed closely by the fire trucks from two other cities. Since they lived out in the country, they were dependent on these trucks to bring water from the surrounding cities. Eventually, they were able to get things under control, though the cousin’s house was burned to the ground. The other two houses had a lot of little burned areas and smoke damage but they were saved.
There is no doubt that had my husband and his friends not acted quickly and bravely, the other two houses would have been destroyed as well. They fought through the blistering heat, the random flames and the choking smoke and did what had to be done. My husband’s face was burned like a sunburn and he had some smoke inhalation issues that night….but his adrenaline was pumping. They were heroes.
So, since this week at Alphabet Thursday the letter to write about is the letter “H”, I am writing this post as a tribute to heroes and house fires. Check out more “H” posts on Alphabet Thursday.