To honor the guys and girls that I have the fortunate opportunity to work for and all the rest around the world.
He's the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy.
He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.
He's a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams.
Yet he stands taller than most of us.
He's a fireman.
He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.
A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.
He's a man who saves lives because he has seen too much death.
He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control.
He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.
He's a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life - hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers - a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie of brave men - the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men.
He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.
When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.
He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.
He lives it.
-Author Unknown
1 comment:
You just described the very best of our fire dept. I can put that analogy to most every one of our brave firefighters. They don't get thanked enough, not for the lives or property saved but just for the time they must spend away from family. They will almost always say they don't deserve thanks, they are just doing their job, and are doing what they love. Well, we love knowing you are there in our most worse of times.You are appreciated.
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