Into the black smoke filled doorway we entered, blinded by the smoke literally pumping down the hallway and engulfing us.  The only thing I could feel were the back of Willy and the charged hose line that I was nervously clutching. Moving a charged 2-1/2 hose is not easy because of the weight and diameter size of it but especially when compounded by the thick hot black smoke of a fiery kiln. Moving further in, eventually I felt the bottom of the interior stairway and railing. As we moved up the stairs I yelled back to Corky ‘Lighten up on the line we’re going up the stairs’ (lighten up means feed more hose line into wherever we are pushing into). Climbing the stairs cautiously but methodically finally reaching the 2nd floor landing where the heat increased tremendously and the smoke was so thick I could feel the heat and pressure on my shoulders through my fire turnout coat. The heat was so great that we were nearly on our bellies pulling the hose down the hallway which made it all the more difficult to move the hose. As we advanced we rubbed our left shoulders on the hallway wall to give us a sense of how far we were pushing in. I could feel one doorway we past was open. No fire. Then a second opened door just ahead. Again no fire but the heat was becoming excruciating at this point however we heard Mad Dog yell to us “Turn right it’s just up ahead’. As I felt Willy turn right and followed him I could finally see something. The easy glow of flames down the hall ahead of us. Mad Dog and Willies shiloutets could be seen in front of this Red Devil. As we pushed closer to it I. could heard embers dropping onto the tin ceiling over our heads which was not a good sign. It meant the fire was in the cockloft (the space between the top floor ceiling and roof) above our heads. At this point we reach the doorway of what was the main body of fire which had control of this area of the building and was literally roaring ferociously out the top of the doorway right at us. Mad Dog now calmly said “Alright boys open the line and have fun!”. Fun, you may think? Yeah firemen are pyromaniacs. Like soldiers we can’t wait for the heat of battle. Well here it was. As Willy opened the hose nozzle I braced my self against his back gripping the hose line tightly to absorb the great back force of the water pressure when the hose line that should have gotten a little softer when the nozzle was open suddenly became harder than a rock because of excessive pressure and lifted Willy and I off ours knees and threw us against the wall also knocking Mad Dogs helmet off his head. The pressure had increased so greatly that we couldn’t control the hose line and it pinned us against the wall outside the room on fire. We couldn’t even direct the water into the room but only barely at the hallway ceiling to protect us from the raging fire trying to get out of the room into the hallway and engulf us. At this point I heard a transmission on Mad Dogs handie talkie from John in the street: “84 Chauffeur to 84, Lieu (short for Lieutenant) the pumps are going nuts again. The pressure has jumped to 250 PSI (normal ‘pressure per share inch needed in a 2-1/2″ hose line was 80psi). I’m having trouble getting it down. Damn rig I said this was a problem…” On our backs trying to push back the fire I could hear way behind us someone screaming though the black hallway and also another on the handie talkie saying “It’s lighting up behind you get out! Back out 84, it’s lighting up. Move, move move, get out…”