No kidding.  I'm like, we aren't passing any kind of judgment, we're doing the thing that has the highest probability of a successful outcome and you don't like that because muh feels. Here's a thought: once you've been through at least six months of training, and once you know what it's like to crawl through smoke so thick your crew has to hold onto each other's boots because you can't see each other, in 400 degree heat, wearing 75 pounds of gear, carrying 20 pounds of hand tools and dragging 100 pounds of charged handline with fire rolling over your head... THEN maybe you can fucking tell me how to save your useless ass.  Until then, shut the fuck up and be grateful there are better people out there than you who actually give a shit about something beyond themselves who are willing to go through that to try to keep Lord Beetus from being denied his prey.