silence

I love, love, love the quiet that descends upon the firetruck when we are on the way to a call. Sure the sirens and air horns are blaring and the radio chatter goes nonstop but there is this silence, this hush, this ritual that occurs in the back of the truck. We double check our airpacks, put on our hoods, strap on our flashlights and sit ready with our helmets on our laps. We are listening to the updates on the radio and mentally preparing for what might be coming next. It's a powerful, concentrated thing to watch and my favourite part of the call until the good shit hits the fan and we jump off the truck and go off and running to do what we need to do.......