A man in uniform
I am working on one of my writing goals: writing a short story specifically for a publisher's call. I thought I'd write something toward the holidays for the various calls for holiday-themed stories, but I've decided to work on something for Dreamspinner's Uniform Appeal anthology.
Every time I think of writing a story about a man in uniform, the uniform that comes to mind is almost always the turnout gear of the firefighter. I had a deep, abiding respect for firefighters. We learn early that fire is dangerous and painful, and we spend the rest of our lives hoping to avoid it. Firefighters suppress that basic fear and willingly fight the flames, entering burning buildings to save complete strangers. I can't imagine the courage and strength it takes to do that.
If you've ever eaten at Firehouse Subs, take a minute to look at the drink cups. Each one carries the story of a firefighter who's gone above and beyond to help other people. Like most uniformed forces, the heroism doesn't end when the uniform is off. The stories are amazing and make you wonder what you'd do in the same situation.
In my story, my guys are dealing with a budding relationship and encounter such a situation. When they are faced with life and death, will it make one re-evaluate what he's willing to do for the man he loves?