The Call
It was 2 a.m. when the alarm rang.
I jumped out of bed with a loud bang.
My wife she yelled, "Turn that thing down,
it can probably be heard all over town."
I put my clothes on quiet as a mouse,
then the dispatcher said, "Code 90 house".
Well time is precious, can't waste any more.
I heard my wife yell, "Don't slam the door".
I hopped in my truck and off I sped,
with visions of fire running through my head.
Red lights flashing, "Get out of my way,
Hey, can't you see, I don't have all day"
Someone's in trouble, someone needs help,
forget the wail, turn on the yelp.
I rounded the curve, oh what a sight,
A working house fire for me to fight.
I grabbed my gear and ran to the scene.
Boy that smoke's thick, and that fire looks mean.
"You grab the ladder, I'll man the line,
I was here first, this one is mine".
Through the front door and down the hall,
check the bedroom, hurry check them all.
I kicked in the door, the fire it did rage,
"Hey, wet it down, put the Devil in his cage".
The voice was faint, but I heard the cries,
the little girl was scared, tears fell from her eyes.
I picked her up and ran out the front door,
"Take care of her", then I went back for more.
We put the fire out, the smoke began to clear,
the crowd was in awe, and they let out a cheer.
I couldn't help but wonder, what's all the fuss?
And then I realized, they're cheering for us!
Well, the job is done and I've got to get home,
my sweet little wife is there all alone.
I crawled back in bed, and as I closed my eyes,
I heard the dispatcher say, "10-50 P.I."
TODD LAMBERTH
TROUTMAN FIRE & RESCUE
TROUTMAN, N.C.
