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Fire On The Mountain
The call came in while we were out marking timber
Fire on the mountain, near Wolf Creek. A night to remember
We loaded in the Jeep with pulaskis and shovels
Not a minute to spare, we sped on like avenging angels
Out of the dark loomed an entire mountain glowing red with burning trees
We started up the mountain, a ragtag crew of twenty three
Halfway up we stopped to rest in the eerie red glow
And old Rodger told his tale of a young man, long ago
He had been on a smoke jumping crew in 1949 out of Mizzo
Fire, at the Gates of the Mountains, not far from...