Photo Courtesy Mel Angelstad
As I begin to write this, I sit 30,000 feet in the air above the empty city of Fort McMurray. A place where for the past week my boots have been on the ground fighting the most merciless and unrelenting fire I will likely ever see for the rest of my career as a fire fighter. My city, my home was under siege; fire on all sides. In the end no house was safe and no neighbourhood would remain untouched.
Surrounded by a wall of fire, we took a stand.
This has been a week of polarized emotions. Fear and courage; despair and hope; loss and triumph. Wins have felt few and far between and in that first 48 hours there were some deep moments of pain.
“Beaconhill is lost”
“We are going to lose the airport”
“The water treatment plant is on fire”
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