I was asleep when the pager went off with its short, bursting beeps. I put on my flip flops, told Tye he was in charge of the house, and got in my truck. I turned on my red flashing light that was on the dashboard and drove the five minutes to the fire department.
We were responding to another district as automatic aid. That means if it was a certain type of call, like a structure fire, we were set to respond automatically to help them.
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Teresa Forester Adams 