<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409518952937917045</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:16:02.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as i know it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>4th&amp;amp;40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390396925204500201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409518952937917045.post-8548667557395686008</id><published>2007-09-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:51:28.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race</title><content type='html'>Its a saturday night the wife and i are on the couch and the kiddos are all in bed...&lt;br /&gt;The movie we rented is getting to the good part near the end... when from the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;my radio tones and beeps... station 1 firefighters needed at... off the couch i fly and put on some socks and slip on my burks... and out the door with a quick i love you to the wife...&lt;br /&gt;      i jump into the "Beast" that is what i call the red suburbon... and its a quick drive 4 block drive to the fire station... i grab my bunker gear out of the back as two other firefighters pull the engine out of the bay... i climb up and into the crew compartment... its a little warm outside so i crank down the window to let the late summer air blow through the cab...&lt;br /&gt;     off into the night we race with static filled radio chatter along with the wail of the sirens and flashing red and white lights as we make our way through the city... the horn blaring through intercections to clear the way... its late not many cars on the streets and traffic on the highway is light... we are making good time&lt;br /&gt;    At this very moment someones house is burning... and all i can think about is how everything they have is inside that burning structure... and i hope everyone made it out... right about then  we turned off the highway and made our way down the road to the house... the smell of smoke fills the compartment... i can see the red-orange glow lighting up the night sky over the top of the trees... we where almost there...&lt;br /&gt;    i strap on my scba and put on my mask and and test the airflow... all is working... we pull infront of the house... i am straping on my helmet as i climb out of the cab... and make my way around the back of the firetruck the back of the house is well involved... the line crew pulls the skid... and makes ready to enter the house... as the officers take a quick 360 around the house to make sure the scene is safe...&lt;br /&gt;    The call comes out over the radio... to enter the house... the line team starts to enter with axe in hand i follow the lineteam in... smoke is rolling everywhere we stay low to stay out of the extreme hot air and the visibality is better when ur low... we crawl our way throught the house looking for the base of the fire...  we find it in the kitchen... and it is fully envolved... and hot!&lt;br /&gt;   As the nozzleman opens the bail and starts putting water on the fire i look down and realize that i am crawling through glowing coals... my heart is racing the adrenaline is pumping through my veins... i have to think about my breathing... and slow down my air intake...  and focus on the task at hand...&lt;br /&gt;    i learned at fireschool in the military to control my fear when engulfed in fire... if you panic in a fire there is a good chance you will die... its only human nature to run from fire just as all animals on this planet run from it... however a special breed of men run into it... to save others property and lives... and on this night thank God the family made it out... we are trying to save their home...&lt;br /&gt;     In short order being able to hit the base of the fire we are able to put out most of the fire in the kitchen... but the fire had compromized the celing is burning up into the room above us... the line team makes it way up a back stairway and into the room above the kitchen... and puts out the fire. (more to come)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409518952937917045-8548667557395686008?l=4th-n-40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/feeds/8548667557395686008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409518952937917045&amp;postID=8548667557395686008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/8548667557395686008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/8548667557395686008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/2007/09/race.html' title='The Race'/><author><name>4th&amp;amp;40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390396925204500201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409518952937917045.post-5005117891310153575</id><published>2007-05-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:24:24.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>sorry for being away... i need to write in this thing more than i have been...&lt;br /&gt;but with a wife three kids two cats and a dog... whats a guy to do... work late?... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lolol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;... i am back... i will write more in the days to come...&lt;br /&gt;its late and the baby is crying... ear infection... she is getting tubes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;gotta go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409518952937917045-5005117891310153575?l=4th-n-40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/feeds/5005117891310153575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409518952937917045&amp;postID=5005117891310153575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/5005117891310153575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/5005117891310153575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>4th&amp;amp;40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390396925204500201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409518952937917045.post-1425013673926973761</id><published>2007-03-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:16:40.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Face of Innocence</title><content type='html'>what do baby's dream about?&lt;br /&gt;is it the face of God&lt;br /&gt;or the warmth of a mothers touch&lt;br /&gt;are they playing with the angels&lt;br /&gt;do they see the world as new&lt;br /&gt;or are they eyes of old&lt;br /&gt;how peaceful and quiet&lt;br /&gt;a beauty that can not be matched&lt;br /&gt;is that of a baby safe and asleep&lt;br /&gt;in their mothers arms&lt;br /&gt;their precious little eyes moving&lt;br /&gt;yet fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;the smiles and grins&lt;br /&gt;that touch your soul&lt;br /&gt;cooing and giggles&lt;br /&gt;that make you smile&lt;br /&gt;and warm your heart&lt;br /&gt;they are little people &lt;br /&gt;full of life yet to live&lt;br /&gt;hold them and love them&lt;br /&gt;for they are only little&lt;br /&gt;for just a while&lt;br /&gt;what do you dream about?&lt;br /&gt;i have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;where the angels play&lt;br /&gt;but i catch glimpses&lt;br /&gt;in my children's faces &lt;br /&gt;when they sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409518952937917045-1425013673926973761?l=4th-n-40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/feeds/1425013673926973761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409518952937917045&amp;postID=1425013673926973761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/1425013673926973761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/1425013673926973761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/2007/03/face-of-innocence.html' title='The Face of Innocence'/><author><name>4th&amp;amp;40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390396925204500201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409518952937917045.post-821699213031312126</id><published>2007-03-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:07:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dance with the Devil</title><content type='html'>i dance with the Devil&lt;br /&gt;all my life he has called me&lt;br /&gt;a hunger draws me to him&lt;br /&gt;its not weakness as u may think&lt;br /&gt;i go to fight him&lt;br /&gt;his touch is of the sun&lt;br /&gt;his breath toxic and choking&lt;br /&gt;his eyes glow bright and majestic&lt;br /&gt;haunting and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;He plays for keeps&lt;br /&gt;this is a dance of eternal measure&lt;br /&gt;where lives hang in the balance&lt;br /&gt;and one wrong step means death&lt;br /&gt;and not only for me&lt;br /&gt;yes i have fear&lt;br /&gt;to not would be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;but to use the fear as a compass&lt;br /&gt;to know how far to go&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fight alone&lt;br /&gt;i bring many brave men&lt;br /&gt;who also love the dance&lt;br /&gt;we dress in an armor if sorts&lt;br /&gt;and wield a weapon of water&lt;br /&gt;to slay the beast in your homes&lt;br /&gt;and places of work&lt;br /&gt;all hours of the day and night&lt;br /&gt;i wait for the call&lt;br /&gt;to save life and property&lt;br /&gt;of my fellow neighbor&lt;br /&gt;i stare into the eyes of the Devil&lt;br /&gt;but his hand i will never hold&lt;br /&gt;when we dance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409518952937917045-821699213031312126?l=4th-n-40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/feeds/821699213031312126/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409518952937917045.post-326062101093885693</id><published>2007-03-17T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:49:59.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep?</title><content type='html'>Its late and i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;weary from the day&lt;br /&gt;long waves of light&lt;br /&gt;fill the room soft and blue&lt;br /&gt;washing my skin in their glow&lt;br /&gt;lost is my mind&lt;br /&gt;wandering through years of life&lt;br /&gt;where i have been&lt;br /&gt;roads i have walked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt; i have climbed&lt;br /&gt;love i have made&lt;br /&gt;friends lost&lt;br /&gt;did i mention love i have made?&lt;br /&gt;sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; calls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409518952937917045-326062101093885693?l=4th-n-40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/feeds/326062101093885693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409518952937917045&amp;postID=326062101093885693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/326062101093885693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/326062101093885693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-late-and-i-cant-sleep-weary-from.html' title='Sleep?'/><author><name>4th&amp;amp;40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390396925204500201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409518952937917045.post-8722449314023361876</id><published>2007-03-17T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:40:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Spring Morning</title><content type='html'>Snow falls softly on the grass&lt;br /&gt;clean is the world&lt;br /&gt;all is quiet at ten after five&lt;br /&gt;the world is still asleep at this hour&lt;br /&gt;darkness covers me&lt;br /&gt;the bitter cold&lt;br /&gt;digging its claws into my skin&lt;br /&gt;why is the sun so late&lt;br /&gt;forward is the time in spring&lt;br /&gt;Phil must have had a hangover&lt;br /&gt;for warmth is not yet here&lt;br /&gt;yet the warm naked body still in my bed&lt;br /&gt;beckons me to return&lt;br /&gt;her skin soft and warm&lt;br /&gt;the smell of her hair sweet as a flower&lt;br /&gt;for pete's sake dog just go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409518952937917045-8722449314023361876?l=4th-n-40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4th-n-40.blogspot.com/feeds/8722449314023361876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7409518952937917045&amp;postID=8722449314023361876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/8722449314023361876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409518952937917045/posts/default/8722449314023361876'/><link 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