Most of us took this job because it was all we ever wanted to do. Some call it a calling, some are following in their parents footsteps. I remember when I was 7 all wanted to be was a firefighters. I remember my mom taking me to the fire house in Greenbelt MD, where my dad and grandfather volunteered. At 4 years old my mom told me I use to try to walk the fire house dog (which was a Dalmatian named Pepper) but most of the time the dog ended up dragging me across the engine room floor. When I was 12 I was finally old enough to join the juniors program. This single event cemented my ambition to become a firefighter. As a Jr. Member I learned how to wash a fire engine clean a bathroom, kitchen and vacuum and mop floors. This may sound like a violation of the child labor law, but this set me up to have a great work ethic and I understood this was all part of the job. As I got older I became a High school cadet in Montgomery County MD. I took and passed all my fire classes and EMT. Once I turned 18 I took the civil service exam to become a career firefighter. I passed and was placed on an eligibility list. After a long year I got the call I always dreamed of. I was hired by the Silver Spring Fire Dept. in Montgomery County. My dream came true!
I was assigned to 1 Engine, the station was call “LA Casa Grande” (The Big House) I ran a lot of call each shift, including several fire while I was assigned there. There were a few calls that stand out. My first high-rise fire was in a residential building for the elderly. I stretched a line with my Lt. as I opened the door to the fire floor I was met with thick black smoke, very little heat. Through the smoke I heard cries for help. I told my Lt. and he told me to give him the line and make my way down the hall with truck crew. In the door way to the fire apt. I found an elderly woman burned but still breathing. We quickly forced the door to the apt. across the hall and placed her in that apt. The bar man from the truck stayed with her. I quickly made my way back down the hall to the Lt. I grabbed the line and we advanced it to the apt. where we found a living room on fire. We quickly knocked the fire and vented. After the fire I went back to the engine and was met by the Chief who hired me, he slapped me on the back and said “son, good job” That was the best feeling in the world being recognized for doing a good job by your boss. I can tell you that me, a 19 year old was smiling from ear to ear. Fast forward 3 years, I was tillering Truck 1. We were returning from one of our many alarm bells calls, as we back into the station our communication dispatched us for a building fire 4 blocks from the station in an abandon dance studio. We arrived to the front of the building and were told to assist the engine with line advancement the engine crew was met with heavy fire on the first floor. We made our way to the door, the officer of the truck noticed several people trapped on the second floor. He radioed command and advise him of the situation. I quickly threw a 24 foot ladder and removed the glass to the 2nd floor I was met with smoke and heat as well a 4 trapped homeless people. I entered the 2nd floor and assisted all down the ladder. We were told that there was still one inside. The driver and I started the search. We did not find anyone. The floor started getting spongy so we made our way to the ladder and left the building. Later we found out the 5th person had made their way out before we arrived. Again the Chief slapped me on the back and said “good job” again this was the best feeling in the world. We received a unit citation for our actions not bad for a 22 year old
I love telling new firefighters my story because I want them to want the job and feel it is a privilege to be a firefighter. Many who are in the fire service say the new firefighters treat this occupation like a job and not a calling. This may be true, but when I think back to my boss telling me “good job” and telling the senior members “that Polikoff is a hell of a firefighter” means more to me than any citation or medal ever will. Take the time to share your personal stories. As a supervisor go out of your way to tell crews and or firefighters they are doing a good job. Your words go a long way to a new firefighter, maybe more than you will ever know.