Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a parachutist firefighter in Saint-Leu is like riding a rollercoaster that’s on fire. Seriously, I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day. Boy, was I wrong!
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee on Rue de la République, right? Just enjoyin’ the view of the old buildings, the kinda stuff that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, boom! My radio crackles. There’s a fire at the old church on Rue de l’Église. Like, are you kidding me? That place is a historical gem!
I gear up, heart racin’. I mean, who wouldn’t get pumped? I hop on my bike, zoomin’ through the narrow streets. I pass by the market on Rue des Fleurs. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I’m like, “Dude, I’ll take a baguette after this!” But no time for carbs, right?
I get to the church, and it’s chaos. Flames are shootin’ up like they’re tryin’ to reach the sky. I see my crew, and we’re all lookin’ at each other like, “What the heck do we do now?” I mean, we train for this, but it’s different when it’s real, ya know?
I strap on my parachute. Yeah, I know it sounds wild, but trust me, it’s the best way to get a bird’s-eye view. I jump off the roof of a nearby building. The wind’s rushin’ past me, and I’m thinkin’, “This is insane!” I land right near the church, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Fire everywhere, people yellin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool.
I start sprayin’ water like a madman. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I see a couple of kids watchin’ from the sidelines, their eyes wide. I give ‘em a thumbs up. Gotta show the future generation that firefighters are heroes, right?
But then, outta nowhere, I hear a loud crash. A piece of the roof falls! My heart drops. I’m like, “No way!” I sprint to help a guy who’s trapped under some debris. He’s freakin’ out, and I’m tryin’ to calm him down. “Dude, just breathe! We got this!”
Finally, we get him out. He’s shaken but okay. I’m feelin’ like a champ, but then I see the church. It’s damaged, and I’m like, “Man, this place has seen so much history.” It’s a bummer, ya know?
After the fire’s out, I’m sittin’ on the curb, catchin’ my breath. The sun’s settin’ over the rooftops of Saint-Leu, and it’s kinda beautiful. I think about how lucky I am to do this job. Sure, it’s crazy, but it’s also rewarding.
I head back to the station, and my buddy, Pierre, is there. He’s like, “Dude, you’re a legend!” I laugh, but inside, I’m just glad everyone’s okay. We grab some beers, and I’m like, “Next round’s on me, but only if you promise to let me eat that baguette first!”
So yeah, that was my day in Saint-Leu. Full of fire, drama, and a bit of heroism. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!