by Lee Dalton
When the Brave Ones Cried is the story of a firefighter’s first year. It’s a story of prejudice, self-revelation, and change. A story of fire and smoke—fear and courage—life and death—and attitudes. Most of all attitudes. But it’s also a story written by a firefighter about one of the most dangerous and courageous jobs in America. It will fill you with compassion. It will captivate you with suspense. It will thrust you into gut-wrenching action and leave you gasping for more.
A screaming boy leaned out the fourth floor window as smoke began to billow around him. In a flash, the smoke ignited into flames and shot him out the window like a cork from a bottle; his shirt and hair blazing as he plummeted to the ground. The impact nearly knocked me over, as he slammed into the ladder three rungs above and slid right into my arms. I quickly smothered the burning shirt and slapped out the flames in his hair. Looking down, I wiped a tear from his charred cheek…then wiped one from my own.
Fresh out of the Fire Department Academy, Booter had just pinned on his new badge. While celebrating in Dudley’s tavern he tried to ignore the chiding from his buddies: “Engine 5, eh? Better watch it boy. That’s the Mormon Battalion down there. Nearly everybody in Battalion Three’s a Mormon.” “Be careful Boot, don’t let ‘em get ya. Those Mormon’s are out to convert everybody.” “Yep, we’ll be callin’ ya ‘Brother Bootie’ and you’ll have five wives and 20 kids.” But ignoring them wasn’t going to be easy. And what made it harder was the fact that he’d be thrown in with a black captain and a Mexican trainer. But that was O.K. They weren’t going to get him. He could handle it. Or could he?
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