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Flames of Devastation






     By Brandon LeValley


     It’s been several months since the fires ravaged our
     community, and some of the small birds have returned,
     the ones barely large enough to duplicate the size of your
     thumb. The hill directly behind our house is not one of the
     places where they’re likely to find refuge; looking more now
     like the surface of Mars. We were lucky, only two houses
     that back up to our same hill were lost, the rest of us saw
     in horror how the whole hill was engulfed in flames as we
     escaped in our cars to seek safety. Starting out more like a
     stream that raced across it, we could see it out one of our
     arched windows in our Master Bedroom. It struck me as pe-
     culiar how it acted, as if it defied all common laws in nature,
     where order is given a certain predictability, even direction.

      This wasn’t anything like that. It was as if the
     devil had found its outlet and sought out destruc-
     tion with an opportunity it’s rarely given, because
     the whole of our town was suddenly and devastat-
     ingly overtaken by it. Spared and fortunate were
     most of the residents by what the city had learned
     from the previous “Cedar Fire” four years earlier,
 24  by sending out reverse 911 calls to alert us of the
     oncoming fire. I’d read about fire before, from eye-
     witness accounts from fireman, how the fire takes         erupted and suddenly surrounded their home. That delicate
     on a life of its own.                                     sanctuary of security has been shaken and we wonder how
                                                               long before they’ll feel safe again.
      Until you actually see it and are caught in the wake of it,
     can you fully appreciate it and the fear it instantly instills.   In spite of all this, a sense of community has been strength-
     It explains how whole blocks can be wiped out, while a    ened by this. Where a customary distance between resi-
     single home in the middle of it is spared, or like in the same   dences has often kept people from speaking with one
     subdivision in a mirrored cul-de-sac, how all the homes   another, now the shared experience has given them some-
     were spared except just one. You could have said that it’s   thing in common, and a sincere concern for those whom
     the Santa Ana winds that contributed to the fierceness of   have experienced the same. A sense of perspective has
     the fire storm, you could have said it was the low humidity   developed, where all those things that were so desperately
     and increased temperature and the unusually dry period    important, have now been given their due balance, and
     that had left most of our countryside susceptible, but it still   an overreaction to circumstances is now weighed against
     requires a flame or an ember; power lines that may have   those things that now seem so much more valuable; family,
     been stretched too long to arc and spark a fire when the   home and friendships.
     winds came up; or an unattended fire in a campground that
     may have been left too long. There are those, for reasons   I’m looking at things differently. It’s caused me to slow
     that it takes a psychologist to sort out, who start these fires   down and acknowledge that the randomness of this di-
     outright, and this too brings about its own firestorm of sorts,   saster could have just as likely taken my own home, and
     that drags out years in prosecution and rehabilitation.   there’s no reasonable explanation that can account for
                                                               why any home should be lost, or singled out as mercilessly
     Our blackened community won’t likely forget this event,   as it was. One needs only to drive through a few of these
     it stays alive in the hearts and minds of those residents   stricken neighborhoods to appreciate this revelation.
     left to rebuild, who had a lifetime of memories and pos-
     sessions stored up in their homes. And what of the night-  Editor’s Note: Many of our readers and staff were deeply affected by
                                                               the wildfires.  Several of our communities have come together to help
     mares left to linger in the minds of our children, who wake   rebuild and support those who lost so much.  To learn more about those
     in the middle of the night thinking that another fire has   organizations  visit our website at  www.sandiegowoman.com/resources
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