So long time lurker and this story has finally driven me to post. It hit me hard and in a very unexpected way.
Alasdair couldn't have described this breed of person any better in his outtro.
I grew up the son of a fire fighter. He would usually talk some about the fires, about how some entries went, about frustrations with fellow firefighters, and so on. But there were times where he wouldn't talk about them at all, and it wasn't until I was a little older that I started to understand why.
I spent time at the station and knew many of the people he worked with. They were a rough bunch, sometimes crude, fond of their vices, and they didn't always like each other. But they were also some of the best people. They were the ones you could count on when it mattered.
Once or twice in recent years he has been willing to talk about some of the bad ones, at least a little. They were always bad when they lost someone. The worst ones were the ones where they couldn't save anyone. So while I haven't been in this situation myself, I understand the drive that people like this to at least save someone.
The last bit, about how he realized that he didn't want to die at the very end, only AFTER the kid was safe, made me have to stop the car for a few minutes and clear my eyes before I could finish driving to work.
I know many people like our protagonist.