The last few students climbed through windows, black smoke billowing out of them. The teacher turned to his student. "I'll let you down first.""But Coach, whose going to help you?""Hey, you're my best fielder, I expect to jump right into your arms," he said. "Just promise not to whip me over to Smith for a double play."The young man, his face streaked with soot, grinned at his coach. "Yeah, Coach, I promise."He took the young man's hands in a tight...