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Ezra's P.O.V:
I was playing pick-up basketball with the other firefighters at the station, when the alarm bell went off. "Ladder 77, Engine 77, Tanker 77, reported structure fire at 1532 Myers Road, 1-5-3-2 Myers Road." The dispatcher said. We immediately stopped our game, and went to put on our gear and get on the truck. Within 2 minutes of the alarm going off, we were in the Fire Truck, and on our way to the fire. We could see that there was heavy smoke coming from the fire. After getting the hoses out of the truck, the Captain sent both me and two others inside the burning building. The fight was going great, until the floor, weakened by the fire, collapsed, and two of the three fell into the basement. "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday," I shouted, The floor gave way, and Banks and Evans fell into the basement." I shouted. "Roger, understood. I'm sending in more to find them, get out, Bridger." The Captain said. After I got out, I walked overto the Captain, "I'm sorry, Captain, everything was going fine, until I heard a crash, and they disappeared, that's when I relayed the mayday." I said, looking down. The Captain put his hand on my shoulder, "Don't blame yourself, Ezra, it wasn't your fault, there was nothing that you could have done differently, the only thing you could have done, was to call me with a Mayday, and you did that well." "Thank you, Captain." I said, relieved. It wasn't until we got back to the to the Firehouse, that we learned that Jason Banks, and Todd Evans, the two firefighters who fell through the floor. Passed away at the hospital from all of their injuries. I came to the Captain, tears in my eyes, "Sir, why did they have to die, why wasn't it me." I asked, the Captain put a comforting hand on my shoulder, "When we signed up for this job, we signed up to help others. We signed up to Protect And Serve, and if required, we sacrifice our lives to save others. Their sacrifice is a sad reminder of the cost's of being a hero.