I was in my room of my old headquarters, at 217 Dalhousie Drive, and I was doing some homework, when I heard a siren. It was a cool Octobre night, around 20:00 and this wasn't unusual. I looked out my window and saw F55, turn down Silverstone Avenue. I didn't even have a chance to put on my jacket because F55 came back, sirens and light on, turned on Dalhousie Drive, went right past my headquarters and was gone in the night. Location Unknown.
 

It's one cold January morning. F55 wakes me up at 04:44. I look at them, as they turn down Silverstone. I try to just barely sneak into my parents' bedroom to see what the time was, which I didn't know then, but unfourtunately I hit the door gently on my way in. The door squicks and the sound wakes my mom up, "What's wrong?" she asks. "Nothing just going I can't sleep." I reply. She tucks me, in my bed, and starts to try to make sleep, BUT in the distance I hear 442; every one it a while the honk the horn for about 5 seconds straight. I'm trying to tell my mom that I'm okay and hoping that I could see 442 turn. Horn honks and I jump out pf bed and try to look out the window to see them, but because I get up so fast, I hit my window with so much force that it threw me back on my bed. Fortunately, my loving mother, moves fast enough to look out the window, look out, and say "442". I said "Thank you Mom! Good Night" Location Unknown.
 

April 15, 1996. I'm at the gas station across from Station 23, when suddendly, 442 and 443 (at that time) got out with their sirens on. I got out of the gas station and started running as fast as I could after them. From behind came F52 with its sirens blasting. Then I looked up in the air only to recieve a total scare; A few miles south, in St. Norbert, there was a fireball that was shooting 100 meters into the air. I figured out that there had been a horrible accident or explosion. It was an explosion. I run down Pembina, and go right by the bridge at Pembina and the Perimeter. I climb up the grass and stop right in front of the lively Perimeter Highway. Then I see another horrible sight. A house, completely engulfed in flames. At least 40 fire trucks responded. I don't know all of them but here are some that I saw: 442, 443, 321, 441, 604, 52, 601, 53, 51, 422, 424, 216, 215, 211, 609, an ambulance and a few police cruisers. I look at my watch: 19:31. I'm a minute late so far. When I get home, it's 20:03. I explain everything to my parents and then start my homework. At 22:00 I turn on the news. Then the full report starts flowing in. A gas line beneath the La Salle River broke and blew up, but also got the house I saw burn to the ground. The La Salle River was also burning during that period. As it turns out nobody died, except a poor little cat that was in the house at the time of the explosion. To this day, I still have the newspaper article. And also to this day I still can't figure out where the house was exactly located.
 

One hot summer day after supper, 442 speds up Dalhousie Drive and turns down the famous Silverstone Avenue. I get my shoes on and tell my parents I'll be back in 5 minutes. I run all the way to Dalhousie and Silverstone and my friends point and say, "It's all the way down there!" I look just in time to see them turn left on King's Drive. I run the 5-block distance and turn down King's Drive as well. I'm just about to enter the University of Manitoba grounds when I pass the last street before the entrance and see 442 at house number 2. I finally run with all the energy that I have left and wait by the firetruck for 45 minutes untill they come out. I talk to them with them for about 5 more minutes and then they leave. I start heading back, but this time I turn down Pasadena Road, because I'm too tired to go all the way down Silverstone. And what luck!!!!! My parents had just turned onto Pasadena Road and where coming my way. They slowed down and opened the door for me and I got in. I asked, "Where are you going?" They looked at me and replied, "Downtown!" I was thinking to myself, 'All right man!! We might see the guys from Station 1 somewhere.' but we didn't.
 

One hot summer morning about 9:30, 442 comes down Dalhousie & turns down Silverstone. I start running, turn and sped up. At one time the firetruck and I where staying at the same distance apart. The firetruck didn't get farther and I din't get closer. They turn down Townsend and the sirens go off. I run but don't get there. A minute after 442 turned down Townsend Avenue, they turn back onto Silverstone, light off. I stop wait for them to pass and wave as they pass. Ironically enough, the firefighter in the back is the same one as the one that I meet at the Station 23, twelve hours before.
 

Another hot summer day. My mom just gets home and I hear a siren. I look out 442. Turn down Silverstone and turn their sirens off. I turn the corner and see a 2-motor-vehicle accident at Silverstone and McGill Avenue. I go there and start to observe. Three minutes later 441 get there. Then an Ambulance and EMS Captain. The scene was cleaned up after about 2 hours. I even saw a few firefighter friends of mine.