I gasped for air while making a mad dash out the doors to the base. “Oh, you’re Maisarah, right?” Said an attendant standing by the reception desk. “Here, you’re going to need this.” I quickly slid to a stop, grabbed the identification card, and thanked her before throwing open the doors. Once outside, the sight was overwhelming. All around me were firefighters driving their trucks off into the distance and helicopters loaded with gallons of water soaring into the sky above a sea of volunteers. “ID Card?” A blonde woman seemingly in her twenties suddenly came forward. “Hmm, okay, I see, you’re with me and the others. Come on.” Wasting no time, I huddled next to her and equipped the firefighting gear. They gave me everything I needed to protect myself and the others. Despite being a volunteer, I felt like I was actually a permanent part of the crew. “Ugh man, these fires….” The blonde woman muttered. The way she said those words piqued my interest; I wasn’t expecting her to c...