This last shift ended with an exclamation point. I was working the day shift, and was actually looking forward to my next day, because i had made plans to go Snowmobiling. I went to a house fire, that was bad, but not too bad. I remember feeling bad for the family, because they had a lot of cleanup and work ahead of them. I left that residence and headed back to the Sheriff's office. The moment I pulled into the parking lot, I was told that a co-workers home was on fire. I will just call him Sgt. for now. I did a double take, and realized that my dispatcher did not stutter, in fact she was pretty clear about it. I ran code all the way to his residence. As i got close i could tell this was a very big fire. There was a lot of smoke. I drove past the residence and noticed Sgt. was standing outside. I set up a roadblock on the far side of the residence. As i drove past the house, I could tell the home was going to be a total loss. There were flames totally engulfing the garage area, and they were quickly spreading to the house. I noticed that his patrol vehicle was parked near the garage, and it was on fire as well.
Sgt. was devastated. He was very emotional and just couldn't believe what he was seeing. I felt very bad for him, and really wished I could have said something that would fix it all. But there really isn't anything to say when a man's house is burning to the ground. He is a good friend of mine, and has always looked out for me. He has a place to stay, and I believe he has insurance, so in the big scheme of things it is truly one of those times that he can say, at least no one was hurt. His family was OK, and he was OK when it comes down to it that's was truly matters.