Into the building

She led the search

Left hand against the wall

Crawling on all fours

A set of irons in

A leather gloved hand

My other on her ankle,

I follow

Clearing a first floor

Climbing to a second

Smoke getting thicker

Light getting sparer

Breathing heavy

Our tanks run low

Still we sweep, and

She shouts "Window!"

A voice of command

Breaks through the bustle

Seven-Zero-One to primary search

Pull out, fire below!

Her hand leaves the

Wall and she can't see

It's up to me

To lead my team.

Her left becomes right

Because its dark as night

Smoke floods her vision

She panics without sight

We can hear the LT's shouts,

'Move out', 'move out'

I find her hand and

Connect it to my boot,

Lead her to the stairs

To get us out of there

Our air pack alarms start to ring

We're running out of time

She follows me down

The stairwell we had climbed

Relieved to find

We're still alive