If you are lucky enough to be chosen to ignite the burn (you may regret this later), you pick up a handheld torch and fill it with a mixture of gas and diesel. You ask around for a lighter, which used to be easy to find, but hardly anyone smokes anymore. You light the tip of your torch and now you have fire.
|The usual view of a holder|
Still. Despite the long hours, and your tired feet and bumps and bruises from crashing through brush, your semi-permanent cough from the thick smoke, it's a good feeling when you look back at a line of fire you've just created and see it pulling into the next person's line just like it's supposed to. You get to spend the day outside with friends and sunshine and fire. It might not be the glamorous life of helicopter burning, but we'll take it.