by Frank Stoddard (ACS)
I got out of the Marine Corps in 1970. One of my summer jobs as I went back to college on the G.I. Bill, was fighting forest fires.
That was one of the hardest things I did. Wearing heavy clothing and climbing to the top of a ridge (fires are always uphill) with tons of gear, including water tanks, wore us out before we even started building a fire break.
The smell, sweat, thoughts of loved ones and heavy breathing must have been with those 19 young men when they died in Arizona this week.
Whenever I see or read the news about this I tear up!
These were some of the same guys that came down here to help us with the “Monument Fire” two years ago.
Dammit, Just plain sad!
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