Personal Narrative: Stressed Out

One man saw the fire and tried to get someone to use the fire box to get the fire department to send a fire truck. Sadly he had no such luck in notifying them. Fire boxes were boxes located on the street corner for people to use to alert the closest fire department, because telephones were not commonly available at that time. The other man just insisted that a fire truck had probably already been called and was on its way. The fire was so destructive because there were many mistakes and dangerous

Smoke and flames were spewing out of gaping holes bored by American Airlines’ Boeing 767 that crashed between the 93 and 99 floors on the North face of the 110- story building. Each of the North Tower floors were roughly an acre. The top 20 floors engulfed in flames, he was staring at a 20- acre fire raging 90 stories above. He thought in his head that, This is the most unbelievable sight I’ve ever seen. Meldrum parked the fire truck on the West Street in front of the

The roaring fire ripped through Sherwood one August afternoon and steadily continued until the next morning. The dry grass and blazing heat were several factors that contributed to this catastrophe. There was physical damage from the surrounding wildlife. The heat from the blaze was like a Sea of Flames. The fire took it’s toll on the nearby companies. Officials report that one firefighter was injured when the train tracks collapsed. Another firefighter had to saw his leg out and he went to the hospital. The story behind what happened and who did it is still a big catechism. They have an idea that it had something to do with a man and 3 minors.

All you hear is the detonation of the firework exploding and then everyone hears the ear splitting cracking of the tree, as it falls down onto the ground exploding into flames! It’s on fire, the flames almost 20 feet high, the tree catches another on fire, as that one burns it spreads onto the next tree, then the next, ablazing everything until it gets to a backyard. A distressed adult named Alysa who is actually the mayor of the town of Woodsterville, who lives right down the street of the fire calls the Fire department and they send five trucks, with four people in them, over 20 in total.

Mrs Perry said, “ The fire was getting out of control when the fire brigade arrived and they went straight to work.” Emergency services arrived at the blaze around 10 minutes after the call said mrs Perry.

The night before, a fire tore through four city blocks before the fire department could bring it to bear.

Fire trucks kept coming and neighbors gathered around to lend a hand. Many people brought blankets, offered hot chocolate, and a place to keep warm. They were all so kind, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the house. Mom talks to us on the phone while she’s on her way home from work in Des Moines. My sister and I hug each other in disbelief and cry. We watch the firefighters throw everything out of my bedroom window, which is in the basement.

During the event, a lot of people were excited and content, clearly in the mood for celebrating. Smaller children started to grow anxious because they were ready for the fireworks to start. Halfway through the fireworks show, one set of fireworks accidentally triggered a lot of fireworks to go off at ground level. Everyone at the event started to grow worried that someone was hurt, but luckily no one was injured and the firework show was finished as

The firefighter’s barricade of water and firefighting was not enough. The fire was scorching hot. You could get burned by standing by it. The firefighters had an idea of one firefighter holding a door in between a firefighter and the fire while he sprayed it. This plan worked well until the door burst into flames. Soon the little barricade of fire trucks and firefighters was broken and they were forced back.

The smoke smell started to get stronger like everyone gathered around us was smoking a cigarette, but when I lifted my head back to look at the firefighters they were all ducking as more black smoke poured out of my house like a giant chimney. I waited anxiously for the firefighters to actually put out the

Day 1: I have arrived in Gatlinburg, Tennessee to help victims of the tragedies that have occurred during the lethal fires spreading throughout the Great Smokey Mountains. The team and I have brought water supplies to last until our last day, along with food and other snacks. So far, we have not yet discovered what started these fires. Our team has decided to put non injured victims into a hotel until finding them a new shelter. 14,000 residents were evacuated from Gatlinburg around noon. The fires continue to grow and roar at the innocent mountains that several claim home. Winds were up to 70 mph, forcing the fires to continue and spread throughout the forests.

That was the phrase that had been assaulting my ears for the last half an hour. Although it wasn’t odd that someone was telling me that specific phrase, this time it was different. My grandmother, whom I thought had understood my problems, had just proven to me that she actually didn’t. At the age of 12, I was heartbroken.

Soon the whole neighborhood was crowding around the retention pond. A couple of minutes went by, and the fire truck arrived. The firemen went to work putting out the fire which ended up only feet away from the woods.

June 4, 2012 a fire broke out in the Lincoln National Forest just north of Ruidoso, NM. The fire was to be called the Little Bear Fire and in the end engulfed about 44,000 acres and destroyed 254 structures. Of the structures burnt, 242 of those were homes. The fire was caused by lightening and was initially a very small fire. A team of Mescalero firefighters was dropped into the scene by helicopter

Both of them had no clue what they had caused, and I was afraid they were going to toss the problem on me, like Grandpa always does. But the sprinkler right above us just managed to cut the fire. We all stared at the burned pile of wool pants as a large man came over to us with a dark black mustache and a pipe slipping out of his frowned mouth.