And after six months at the district competitions soldiers fire David won a prize in overcoming a hundred-meter obstacle course and climbing hook ladder to the fourth floor of the training tower.
Came up against something hard in the chest, prevented crawl. It was a gas mask. "Forgot to turn on the machine!" Such gaffes he would not forgive his slave. And he? So far, cursing himself, put on a mask, heard from both sides tried to get around him were moving too crawled Tom and Bob. "Oh, no! I hide behind your back I will not! "- And David again rushed forward to meet the fire-breathing hell. The flames already seen better. He sent a stream in the center of the hearth. The fire soon wilted. "Now then, still to come." But for some reason, the barrel does not move. He pulled him close. To no avail. Moreover: foam jet suddenly weakened. The fire seemed to feel it, hit the heat towards the fire. "Somewhere sleeve pulled!" He touched the hand of the nearby soldiers: "Check the back of the line!" He quickly became a crawl. After a few seconds the foam went with the same force and David once again able to move forward
That first fire, which was remembered forever young commander of the military fire brigade, there was the New Year. Lit room, located on the third floor of a multi-storey barracks nearby military base. When the fire department arrived to place a call, the fire had already covered the entire pantry, and the smoke has penetrated virtually every room. All the forces and means of fire immediately sent to the emergency evacuation of soldiers from the building.
Cope with this task quickly. But when almost all the people were at the bottom, David heard someone standing near him, said: "Next to the burning room - Office of parts in it a number of important documents. On the other hand - a pantry with arms and ammunition ... "There was no time to ponder. Some force pushed him forward.
Tom, Bob, follow me! - He called to his subordinates and the nearby, picked up a foam generator, and ran for three-section ladder to the window of the third floor, where black clouds of heavy smoke was pouring.
As soon as he crossed the sill, trunk coughed air and then out of it struck a powerful jet of foam. Sprawled on the floor, he tears through the oncoming haze of smoke and a few moments staring into the room, trying to determine where the hearth. "Here he is!" Yellow flashes of his right flashed and disappeared.