While the rain poured, we ran toward the flames. Not because we are fearless, but because someone was waiting on the other side of the smoke. We carry no superpowers—only courage that trembles, fear we face head-on, and a promise to protect life when it matters most. In the chaos, every second counts, every decision weighs heavy, and every breath tastes like ash.

We return exhausted, our bodies marked by soot and our minds by memories that linger long after the sirens fade. We do not ask for applause or praise. We ask for understanding. A kind word. A moment of recognition.

Because behind every uniform is a human heart. And even those who run into danger need to feel seen.