Camp Dick Fire & Rescue

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I Wish You Knew

I wish you knew what it feels like to sit quietly on the bumper of the engine after the call is over, hands shaking just enough that you pretend to adjust your gloves so no one notices.

I wish you knew what goes through my mind when the tones drop at night—how my heart races before my feet ever hit the floor, how I already start running scenarios before I even know the address.

I wish you knew what it’s like to walk into a home that looks just like yours, family photos on the wall, kids’ shoes by the door, and realize that for them, everything just changed forever.

I wish you knew how heavy silence can be after the fire is out, when the flames are gone but the loss is still standing right in front of you.

I wish you knew what it feels like to hold a hand that’s growing colder and still talk to them anyway, because somewhere deep down you hope they can hear you… or maybe you just need to believe they aren’t alone.

I wish you knew the smell that never really leaves, no matter how many showers you take. The kind that shows up later, when you’re home, sitting at the table, trying to eat.

I wish you knew what it’s like to laugh in the station after a bad call—not because it’s funny, but because if we don’t laugh, something inside us might break.

I wish you knew how hard it is to drive past certain intersections, certain houses, certain stretches of road, and remember exactly where you were standing when someone else’s world fell apart.

I wish you knew the guilt that creeps in on the quiet days… wondering if you missed something, if you could’ve moved faster, done more, chosen differently.

I wish you knew what it feels like to walk back through your own front door, hug your family a little tighter, and say “I’m fine,” even when you’re not sure you are.

I wish you knew how much it means when someone simply says “thank you” and really means it—because some days, that’s what keeps us going.

And I wish you knew the pride. The brotherhood. The unspoken bond that forms when you trust someone with your life and they trust you with theirs.

Because until you’ve felt all of this—the fear, the heartbreak, the exhaustion, and the purpose—you’ll never fully understand what this job takes from us…

or why, despite everything,

we would still answer the call tomorrow.🚒🔥❤️...!

This Christmas, we want to send a heartfelt thank you to all emergency services — not just for what you do, but for what you give up.

To our first responders and emergency crews who work long hours, answer late-night calls, and put others first — we see you.

And to the families who sacrifice holidays, time together, and peace of mind so their loved ones can serve — we thank you just as much.

Your strength, dedication, and selflessness keep our communities safe every single day.

🎄 Merry Christmas to you and your families
🚨 Please stay safe this holiday season
🇺🇸 From our hearts to yours — thank you for all you do