One sentence from the news in Washington has remained in my mind since a trip last summer: “When you see people run against the crowd escaping 61 the danger, they are 62 (probable) firefighters, police or journalists.”
I think this is most true for the firefighters. Whenever and wherever 63 (disaster) happen — 9/11 Attacks in New York 14 years ago or the explosion in Tianjin on Wednesday night — it is always the firefighters 64 take the lead to run to the very center, saving lives by 65 (risk) their own. I cried today near the explosion site, not because of the smoke from the ongoing fire 66 because of a short message a firefighter sent to a trusted friend that went viral online. It reads, “If I cannot make it, my father is 67 (you) father; and please remember 68 (sweep) my mother’s tomb.” I was thrilled later to learn that he did make it.
“Everyone knows it’s 69 (danger) to be a firefighter. But he has always liked it and has done it for 12 years,” his father said. “He survived this time, but no one knows what 70 (happen) next time.”