The call comes out at a quarter of four,
It's a house on fire so you hit the door.

You rush to the station, just barely alive,
You open the bay door to get 10-05.

Then 10-01 quickly follows behind,
And as soon as you get there you drop the first line.

The house is engulfed with smoke and with fire,
Your adrenaline is flowing, but then it gets higher.

You stare at the flames, it burns your eyes,
And then you hear a child cry.

Inside is trapped a baby of two,
You have no air pack, so what do you do?

Bravely enough you feel the front door,
It's not too hot so you hit the floor.

You push the door open and flames kiss the sky,
But you can still hear the scared baby cry.

You crawl around until you've found the place,
Where the cries came from, and then you see her face.

She's covered in ashes, and can barely catch her breath
If it wasn't for you, see would have known death.

You pull her away from the danger and harm,
She runs to her mother and jumps in her arms.

The ambulance is waiting to see she's OK,
The give her some oxygen, and send her on her way.

You watch as they knock down the fire you've just braved
You think to yourself, and then you're amazed,

You've done it for nothing, not money or fame,
You've just saved a child, that you know not her name

You go back to the station and pull the trucks in,
You discuss what has happened, but where to begin

Everyone asked if it was worth all the strife,
And you tell them "Yes", 'cause you just saved a life.

You go back home and get back in bed
And thousands of thoughts run though your head.

No-one gets a metal, no-one gets praise,
You don't get paid, so you don't get a raise.

No matter how much the flames you do fear,
You do it for free, because you're a Volunteer.

Written By: Erin Hensley
Member - Mt. Gilead Vol. Fire Department
Sparta, Tennessee