![]() Marsh’s guys-a brotherhood of hard-working, mostly twentysomething guys who would sacrifice anything for each other and for those they protect-get their shot. So Marsh bides his time, training his team, honing their skills, waiting for a shot to prove they have what it takes. It’s an expensive, unprecedented proposition, one that the mayor isn’t even convinced is necessary. For years, he’s harangued Duane Steinbrink, wildland division chief for the city of Prescott, to help his team get Type 1 certified. And they’re not usually on the front lines, either. But they don’t get to make crucial calls on how best to battle blazes. Marsh and his men? Yes, they’re wildland firefighters. It’s the Hotshots who get the call for the most daring, most dangerous work. That’s because they’re a Type 2 crew- deucers, they’re mockingly called-not a Type 1 Hotshot crew. But even though Marsh knows his municipal wildlands firefighting team is as good as any crew in the country, his brave men aren’t the ones who would get the call if flames threatened their town, their homes, their families. ![]() When that day comes, Marsh wants his crew to fight it. ![]() Someday, he warns the mayor of Prescott, Ariz., a fire is going to threaten their town. Eric Marsh knows it’s only a matter of time.
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