You see, the house was built with a second story balcony over the garage (not uncommon).

This balcony had burned up pretty good in the fire (spread from the garage to the upstairs) and had actually been pulled down by one of the crews earlier in the fire so it wouldn't fall on anyone. The sliding glass door was open (for ventilation) and it was just smoky enough that I didn't realize there wasn't anything out there to step onto until I had walked right up to the edge. Only the wind clearing the smoke around outside the slider kept me from walking right out into open space.

Assuming the fall wouldn't have crippled or killed me, I would have had a hard time living that one down. Although, I later learned that my Captain almost stepped out of the same slider when he came upstairs.
Lessons learned: don't take anything for granted and never let your guard down, even during mop-up and overhaul.
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