Firemen have a culture of death. There are rituals, carefully constructed for the living, to process the dead.

During Xtha-cka Zhi-ga The-the, the Killer of Flowers Moon. I will wade across the river of the blackfish, the otter, the beaver. I will climb the bank where the willow never dies.

Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.

There's a tendency when we write history to do it with the power of hindsight and then assume almost god-like knowledge that nobody living through history has.

By carefully scratching away at the interior walls, being very sensitive and very careful in that process, we started to reveal that first of all there was a lot of existing masonry left with its decoration from the original building,

Choose your paths carefully, too many wrong turns lead to dead ends.