Sorting through old pictures, we discovered a now poignant shot, long forgotten. The two sets of bunker pants, one real, the other real enough for the owner, sitting side-by-side awaiting a call. I remember the line advancement with pretend hose and search drills the little guy did in the living room. The boots, his, are bigger now and the pants real. It was a joy watching him grow into them and taking him inside his first time. Memories are a good thing.
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