Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city’s lookin’ like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There’s a storm movin’ in
He’s headin’ back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
It wasn’t three thirty in the morning – it was nine in the evening, but as the song reads, there wasn’t hardly a soul in sight – other than a group of Firefighters .
As the song continues – there was no moon and lightning appeared off in the northeast.
So, where was your fire department?
The answer? Likely, not on the training grounds putting out car fires.
But, that’s exactly what this group of firefighters were doing.
Whether it’s putting out fires, rendering medical care, completing truck maintenance, public education, inspections, training …you’re getting the maximum from a trifecta of professionals – Career, Volunteer, and Student Residents.
They call themselves “The El Dorado Fire Department.”