Are You Active?
Battling the Beast
The Beast
Broken Doll
Candlelight Vigil
Courage
Death of a Firefighter
Death of an Innocent
The Demon Flame
The Devil's Game
Do you know a Glory Seeker
Dragon Slayers
An Effective Solvent
EMT Prayer
Fallen Brother
A Fire Chief's Prayer
The Fire Within
Firefighting #415
The Firefighter
The Firefighter
The Firefighter's 23^rd Psalm
A Firefighter's Gloves
A Firefighter's Life
A firefighter's Pledge
A firefighter poem
A Fireman's Tears
The Fireman's Wife's Prayer
A Firefighter's Wish
George
Gifts
Heaven's Brigade
Hell's Angel
Heroes

In Memoriam
I wish You Could
In the Life of a Child a Firefighter Came
The Last Command
My Daddy was a Fireman
Ladies Auxiliary Prayer
The Last Alarm
Rank Definitions
The Light
My Daddy's a Fireman
Tonight
My Mommy is a firefighter
My Mom's an EMT
What is a Fireman
Rescue Squad Creed
The Talk
The Vendome Memorial
Warning Signs
What is a Firefighter

Are You Active?

Displayed at the Concord Fire Hall

Are you an Active Member - The kind that would be missed,
Or are you just content That your name is on the list?
Do you attend the meetings And mingle with the crowd,
Or would you rather stay at home And complain both long and loud?
Do you give a little time And help to make things tick,
Or leave the work to just a few And talk about the "clique"?
There's quite a program schedule That means success if done,
And it can be accomplished With the help of everyone.
Some come to meetings And help with hand and heart -
Don't just be another Member But take an active part!
Think it over, Member, Are you right or wrong?
Are you an Active Member, Or do you just belong?

Battling the Beast

Author Unknown

Wearing blue coveralls, they sit sometimes for days, laughing, eating, joking...waiting for one sound, a siren that transforms them. They abandon their armchairs for overcoats of canvas and for rubber boots, their armor heavy and hot. Instead of trading jokes they relay directions, and orders, and shout reports of the status of the enemy-- "FLAMES ARE VISIBLE" Fear and excitement grip the hearts of the freshest rookie to the oldest veteran as they jump into their steel Trojan horses perfect from polishing, washing, checking over and over-- they pray that they have made no mistakes. The driver navigates the craft through the city streets he knows as well as his family, dodging when possible those that get in the way, hoping those he can't avoid will see him first, the spot the enemy from blocks away-- the phoenix rises far above the trees, licking the sky. They arrive at the scene, and again the battle cry is heard-- "FLAMES ARE VISIBLE" Smoke fills the air and their lungs as they approach, hoses snaking, crisscrossing, coming to life as they surge with water from yellow and red hydrants that suddenly become grotesque heads of Medusa. They kick open the doors, rubber from their boots leaving a print melted by the heat, and trickling over bubbling paint. Orange liquid flames roll through the building, slithering up and over the walls, breathing in and out with each puff of air. With swords of water they charge and the war begins. They battle--nine or ten against one-- seemingly great odds. But the nine soldiers will win, emerging from the battlefield victorious as they always do, and eventually, they'll retire to their armchairs, thanking God that this time nobody was hit by the enemy fire...

Top The Beast

Author Unknown

Deep in the shadows, Alone in the cold, The nightmare begins,

The horror unfolds, Born out of darkness, By the master of death, It crawls through night, Devours with its breath, It feeds on ignorance, And lives off of fear, It slows down for none, And stops for no tears, It feels not for the poor, Cares not for the old, It loves not the children, And fears not the bold, It backs down for none, And fights all who dare, To test out its might, And enter it's lair, If not for those few,

Who fear not the beast, It would conquer the world, With all as it's feast, They face the dragons, That ravish the lands, Armed not with swords, But courage and hands, They are the heroes, That arrive in the night, Upon their chariots, Covered with light, They rescue the prisoners, Held in the grasp, Of ruler of hell, The devil in mask, When the dragon is dead, And all is well again, They remount their chariots,

Simply as men, They ride off in the night, As swift as they came, To battle another, Beast of the flame.

Top Broken Doll

Kae Austin Bruch

Red lights flash, A little doll broken.

At the senseless crash, Not a word is spoken.

Just a minor accident, Not really that bad you see;

But without a simple seat belt, It became a tragedy.

Rescuers shake their heads, Their minds broken by the sight.

The crumpled body of a little boy lays dead, Purely for lack of a seat belt's might.

Nothing to say about "if only..."

Because that won't the tears, As a mother sits broken and lonely,

Holding her son's worn teddy bear.

As the body bag is zipped up tight,

A piece of each heart goes dark. The only chance for future light

Is that this poem has left it's mark. Take the time to buckle them up,

Even when they give you strife. Show your love by giving the ultimate "hug,"

The one that can save their life.

Top Candlelight Vigil

Kathleen Masiello - September 16, 2001

A candle loses nothing By lighting another And the world is brighter For the sharing. The light from our candles Is both product and process: The manifestation of magnetism Leapfrogging electricity While electricity Vaults over magnetism Always pulling inward Reaching ever outward. Touching then advancing. Radiating. Light. Einstein taught That energy equals mass times the speed of light. But perhaps our emphasis Ought be placed More on the process -- Than the speed -- of Light. For in the Light of Relevance We began to glean This week That the need for speed --Like our desire to acquire Means relatively little. Upon reflection, This week, We've learned Love has a velocity All its own. In the Light of Reverence, We witnessed This week The importance of honoring our connection Our Love: For each other. For God. For Country. Just as E=mc2, The Power of Love Is emitted when mass Pulls together to move forward. Fusion. Excelsior! In the new Light of Revelation We were shown, This week, That which is really important. Revealing in a new light The true brilliance Of the Theory Of Relativity. Martin Luther King, Jr. Said, "If a man hasn't found something He's willing to die for He isn't fit to live." Jesus enlightened the world By laying down His life For Love of others. The Light that is The Power of Love Has been re-ignited In each of us By events this week. Lit by sparks sent forth By heroes who risk their lives For the sake of others. Spread like wildfire Throughout the civilized world By the compassion of caring people. In lighting these candles We stand shoulder to shoulder With Lady Liberty tonight. Who amidst all the destruction STILL stands. Proud and strong. Her torch STILL visible Above the rubble. Shining forth Love's Eternal Light Showing the Way The Truth The Light To the world's huddled masses. She beckons each of us To dig deep. To reach out. To respect each other. To value relationship. To treasure each moment -- And to appreciate That Freedom is not The right to do as we please But the Liberty to act As we ought. Slowly, steadily, soberly, surely The darkness enveloping our nation Is penetrated By the Light of Love. Swaddling us from within Connecting all the dots Fusing all the disparate parts B Radiating gratitude Reflecting appreciation Permitting us to grasp The joy of the ordinary Awakening the patriot

Top Courage

Author Unknown

One day my son asked me, Dad? What does courage mean?

At first I simply answered, No fear of certain things.

Then in that same instant, I looked across the street,

I saw my neighbors running, And jumped up from my seat.

As I ran out the front door, I saw what had torn their lives,

The house that they had built and loved, Was burning before my eyes.

We quickly called the firemen, And the minutes seemed like years,

Then they came from everywhere, To battle our biggest fears.

They swiftly set up their weapons, And clad their armor in a flash,

Then they faced the dragon, A monster of fire and ash.

They boldly rushed into the flames, To face the devil and pick a fight,

Risking the very life they held, For another on that night.

No one was trapped inside that home, But a life was still at stake,

For they have seen many homes lost, And have seen many hearts break.

So once again they fight their enemy, A War they can never win,

For if they win the battle, The devil runs to burn again.

But while the devil was in that house, they walked into his lare,

Facing his evil Talons, With water and a stare.

They saved my neighbor's home, And the houses all around,

They then cleaned their weapons, Letting their armour fall to the ground,

It wasn't until the morning, That I realized what all had taken place,

When I went into the house, I saw the scar of the devil's face.

That is when I turned to my son, And answered question again,

Now a wiser man I said, When you think of courage, son,

Think always of the firemen.

Top Death of a Firefighter

Jesse Montgomery

The alarm sounds, off they go.

What they will find, no one knows.

Will they be on time, or will they be late?

Will this be the day that the firefighter meets his fate?

Arriving on the scene, they see the evil beast,

Watching and waiting for the one to be its feast.

Holding back nothing to enter the flames,

Go the heroes with unknown names.

They crawl into the beast=s fiery throat.

Knowing their duty is saving the victim they tote.

Never flinching or swaying at the beast=s lashing,

Ever alert to the sound for the roof=s crashing.

These heroes exit the structure with a limp body in their arms,

Pass the victim to medical care and turn back towards harm.

The beast is angrily waiting for the heroes to go back in

So it may take their lives so they may never fight it again.

The firefighters step toward the building,

The beast takes a deep breath,

And exhales with such force and fury,

it causes the firefighters death.

These heroes have perished, their positions will soon be filled

With the new and upcoming dragon slayers

Who have learned the basic skill.

Attack the beast and win, or it may take their last breath.

This greatest of all tragedies,

A Firefighter's Death !

Top Death of an Innocent

Author Unknown

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight. As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet. I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load. As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay. I'm lying here dying, Mom. I wish you'd get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time. I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink. It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think. He was probably at the same party as I The only difference is, he drank and I will die. Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair. I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared. Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye. I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

Top The Demon Flame

Peter Kelly

From within a families dwelling a tiny flame ignites.

A seemingly harmless flickering flame that dances in the night.

A blessing to many, a tiny flame. A wonderous sight to see.

But for those who lay there sleeping, hell would soon be set free.

While held in check the flame is calmed, but its a demon, you must beware.

A ferocious demon, this tiny flame, for nothing or no-one does it care.

Within seconds the tiny flame has grown. The demon is loose inside.

Its craving for destruction equiled by no other. Its hunger never satisfied.

An alarm shreiks out into the night. Fire! Fire! came the call.

Too late!! The demon has them trapped. Waiting to devour one and all.

Then out off the smoke a figure emerged, a awesome sight to see.

No knight in shining armor, but a faceless monstrous sight was he.

With muffled voice he yelled aloud "Stay calm you'll be alright"

And he led them from their smoke filled home, to safety that awful night.

A happy ending, this tale I tell, but not always will it be the same.

For many will fall victim to that dreadful demon flame.

Top The Devil's Game

Nick Sivananda, MSFD

The tone rings out

and I scramble about,

looking for my turn outs.

I arrive at the station to find the engine ready.

No fear, my hands are steady.

As we pull out sirens aloud,

I feel kind of proud.

For I know what I do saves lives,

I am here to help, I hear their cries.

We arrive on scene to see the flames,

and see the devastation left from the devils games.

From the structure I hear the screams,

stuff you think of only in dreams.

In full SCBA we enter the fiery grave,

those who survive are the strong and brave.

Searching on our hands and knees we hear a cry,

we must hurry or they will die.

From the front of the structure we came,

to find the young girl entangled in flame.

Under my arm I hold her tight,

for all my senses can feel her fright.

As we crawl down the hall of fiery hell,

I see a light but cannot tell.

As we approach I see a door,

time to exit, get off the floor.

Exiting the structure victim in arm,

covered in ashes with no permanent harm.

Clear of the flames I feel the relief,

for what I did defies belief.

I received a medal for that night,

for all my danger and fright.

For I know I have the best job on Earth,

and I thank God for this firefighter's birth.

Top Do You Know A Glory Seeker?

Author Unknown

When everyone else is trying and doing everything it takes to do it RIGHT?

Dear Glory Seeker, this is what I have to say.....

The brotherhood I thought that this was understood,

Never make the good guys look bad while in the neighborhood.

A moment of Glory, you were looking for and a moment that you took,

Speak to the reporter and let them have a closer look.

All that you've accomplished, and all that you have done,

It makes a total disaster, out of an already horrible run.

You think you've done nothing wrong and didn't break SOP

Let me tell you 'BROTHER", you went against us you SOB.

Against the department you spoke, and exactly what does it mean?????

It means that you simply don't realize or that you simply don't care,

While you were saying we were lacking water, why not say we were lacking air?

As you know dear "BROTHER" we're in this thing together.

However this comes down in the press, YOUR name is ink forever...

Top Dragon Slayers

Michael Ballew

Long ago, In a time far away, People lived their lives, Children lived to play,

Then one day, A nightmare came, To make their lives, no longer the same,

Out of the darkness, Of hell's fiery night, They flew as the eagles,

Destroying the light, They lived off of fear, Killed all who dare,

To face the fire, And enter their lair, Then out of the fear,

Courage was born, In the form of heroes, Whose duty was sworn,

Armed with a shield, And a sword in their hands, They vanquished the fear,

From all of the lands, The people they freed, Gave them the name,

To let all men know, The dragon slayer's fame, After a time,

Hell gave birth again, To bring forth its fear, Into the lives of men,

The Dragons came back, Though invisible to sight, They still breathed their fire, In the darkness of night,

So once again, The heroes came, To conquer the demons, Of hell's deadly flame,

They traded their shields, And the swords in their hands, For hoses and water, To free the lands,

All giving some, Some giving all, Heroes to some, But no longer to all?

Now things are different, Even though still the same, They still risk their lives, To vanquish the flames,

Even though not seen, Still expected the same, The dragon slayers live, to battle the flame.

Top An Effective Solvent

Author Unknown - This essay has been used by Alcoholics Anonymous for over 20 years ...

Alcohol is a product of amazing versatility.

It will remove stains from designer clothes.

It will also remove the clothes off your back.

If it is used in sufficient quantity,

Alcohol will remove furniture from the home,

Rugs from the floor, food from the table,

Lining from the stomach, vision from the eyes

And judgment from the mind.

Alcohol will remove good reputations,

Good jobs, good friends, happiness from children's hearts,

Sanity, freedom, spouses, relationships,

Man's ability to adjust and live with his fellow man,

And even life itself.

As a remover of things, alcohol has no equal.

Top EMT Prayer

Author Unknown

God . . . grant me the ability to give Emergency Care.

With skillful hands, knowledgeable mind, and tender love and care.

Help me deal with everything, when lives are on the line.

To see the worst, administer aid, and ease a worried mind.

So help me as I go today, accept what fate may be.

Touch these hands, use this mind, help this E.M.T.

Amen.

Top Fallen Brother

Beth

The fire tone rang.....FIRE!

Adrenaline, excitement, the love of the challenge

Sirens wail and it comes into sight,

Flames and smoke rising into the night.

All geared up, ready to save, ready to fight.

Hose in hand - heads straight for the danger.

He kicked the door in - knew just what to do

The fire and smoke pouring out-

He tucked his head down and dove in.

They tried so hard to find him-

But the fire was just too strong-

We lost him in this round - the fire had won.

Chuck gave his life doing what he loved-

But way too young to die!

Our gentle giant is now at peace-

Now to save lives he will use wings!

How to go on without him-

He touched so many lives-

But we know that only comes in time-

He's up there with his mamma now.

Smiling down on us - dimples and all!

Too young to go - we have tolet go-

But we all miss and love him so!

In memory of Chuck with love, Beth.

Thank you

Top A Fire Chief's Prayer

Author Unknown

I am called to many duties Lord and now I've been called home.

I've had to leave the ones I love To stand before your throne.

I'll not complain, its not my way But there are some things I'll ask.

And please, Lord, grant them to me For the loved ones I hold fast.

I dare to ask because I know How you've blessed in the past.

I've learned to trust in your grace, O Lord That's how I've come this far.

So now, O God, I humbly pray Hear this Fire Chief's prayer.

Bless my wife and family -- so often left alone,

They knew where I was going and Trusted you to bring me home.

Well, now I'm home and wait for them Keep them within the faith

-- that one day, Someday, we'll be together in this place.

And O dear God, bless my men I trained them as best I could.

I tried to do your will with them and lead them as you would.

I need to know your with them Lord Or else how can I stay

And peacefully enjoy this place of endless day.

This heaven where there is no night No fire to kill and burn

I guess that's why its now my rest, my place, my turn.

And Lord, be with my community And keep it safe as it can be

For all its folks are special, and very dear to me.

They are all my friends, and by your grace I served them as best I could.

So hear this Fire Chief's prayer, O Lord And grant it please

-- I already knew you would.

Amen

Top The Fire Within

(Excerpts from Diary of a Love Affair)

Author Name Withheld By Request

We met so many months ago As friends with common goals Nothing less and nothing more Just ordinary Joes. We're firefighters, you and I We walk a different beat We live our lives by caring for Everyone that we meet. In flame and mud and gasoline We oft worked side by side I sometimes wished that there was more If time I'd only bide. But at the time I thought we'd be Just friends and nothing more In your heart you had your love My place was at the door. The time went by - I saw you less Our paths just didn't cross Thinking we weren't meant to be Filled me with a loss. Then came the day your mail arrived And caught me by surprise The words I hoped for but never expected Were right before my eyes. You told me of your breakup and Your freedom from the pain And how you started missing me - Could his loss be my gain? I started slow; I knew that we Might never move ahead There was a gap between us That filled me with a dread. But hope is such a funny thing It keeps you up at night And so I knew that I would wait Until the time was right. Then came the day I thought that you Were hurt and in some trouble I drove like mad with lights and sirens To get there on the double.

It wasn't you, and I felt relief - Then joy to see your smile You hugged me tight and thanked me For caring all the while. We walked around the carnival And suddenly I knew That looking in your eyes had made My heart feel love anew. I would have, could have, should have held You tight and kissed you long But I didn't want the moment spoiled I might have read you wrong. That night you walked next to my side Filled me with such bliss I lived for years in solitude No happiness like this. I thought that I was happy With friends and family near I realized then I'd been alone And needed someone dear. You stirred new feelings in my soul And took me for a ride Just like a roller coaster Up, down and side to side. Each day since then has been unique I never know my fate But giving up is not for me You make me feel so great. I've tried since then to get more close And be part of your life We have so much in common with Our pleasures and our strife You surprised me with a kiss one night - It took my breath away The softest lips I've ever known I didn't know what to say. I long to kiss your soft, sweet lips And hold you in my arms Your eyes, your smile, your tenderness - I've fallen for your charms. I promised myself I wouldn't fall So heavily for you I knew the chance that we'd be one Was pretty farfetched too. I know that we may never be An us, and that is sad But having had you in my life Each day has made me glad. Joy and hope and happiness Fill me every day But jealousy and anger can Sometimes get in the way I've never been quite able to Open up my heart But thinking that I might lose you Is helping me to start. You may not know how much I care Or what you mean to me But having you now in my life Has set my feelings free. I call you and we talk at length On topics of all sorts Flowers, music, family and Even racing sports The things that I really want to say Seem never to get past I'm scared I'll frighten you away Too much - too soon - too fast I don't know what you feel for me or think from day to day I hope I get at least one chance To finally have my say I'll keep on trying every day In hopes you'll find me too One that completes the other Like no one else can do. No matter what becomes of us One truth my soul keeps in You've touched my heart forever And lit the fire within.

Top FireFighting #415

Jon Perkins

I kiss my loved ones goodnight as i did a thousand times before,

I grab my helmet, coat, and boots, and i'm out the door.

Not realizing today is the day a routine fire turns out to be something more.

A building involved with fire hides a deadly secret the crew and i can't see,

The heat, smoke, and flames start to burn away at our feet.

I turned to my crew and a tear started to come from my eye,

For the first time in my life I thought i was going to die.

I would never get a chance to say to my loved ones that I would miss them too,

Or to tell my friends, fellow firefighters, and family, "I love you".

Or to talk to others about the fun times i once had,

Or to talk of the good times and the times of bad.

It's starting to get hot in here, I don't know what to do,

I never thought that this moment would ever come true.

God came down and looked me in the eyes and took my hand,

I looked at him and said "Why me god, i just don't understand."

When the fire is over and they find me with my hand on my heart,

Please tell my family and friends were never far apart.

Top The Firefighter

Ryan C. Hogsten

The fire fighter as defined in Webster's, is a member of a company organized to fight fires. This is true, but there are many more attributes given to the fire fighter. Today's fire fighter is given the responsibility of being a teacher, a student, a friend, a brother and a hero. The fire fighter as a teacher is a person who helps the citizens of the community by enlightening them on the dangers of fire. This person goes to area schools and teaches young children the do's and don'ts of fire safety. This person is one who gives of himself so that others may benefit. This fire fighter will give up precious time with family and friends so that others will not die. This is the fire fighter as a teacher. The fire fighter as a student is a person who learns diligently the art of fire fighting along with the principles involved. This person is one who studies day and night to help his fellow man. This person strives for greatness by studying books and practicing skills. This person is a student because he realizes that he does not know everything and he will attempt to better himself so maybe he will be more able to save property and life. This is the fire fighter as a student.

The fire fighter as a friend is a person that will be there day and night. When ever someone needs a friend they will know where to go. This person is the shoulder that the community leans on when needed. This person is the one that will laugh with you when you are happy and grieve with you when you are sad. This person will also be the role model for your children. The fire fighter as a friend is always there just look for the red light on the side of the station and you know you will be welcome. This is the fire fighter as a friend. The fire fighter as a brother is the one who is beside his fellow fire fighters day and night. He is the person you tell your deepest feelings to. The one who knows how to make you smile and the one who knows how to anger you. This person is the one who is watching your back and knows you are watching his. This is the person that consoles you after the worst of incidents and the first one to congratulate you at your best. This person knows your family and considers to be part of it. Because you are a part of his. This is the fire fighter as a brother. The person who becomes a fire fighter does not aspire to be a hero. This person is not looking for the glory. This person just wants to help. This person is a hero because he is a teacher, a student, a friend and a brother. This is the definition of a Fire Fighter.

Top The Firefighter

John A. Cannon - Portland, ME Fire Dept.

Sirens sound! He awakes with a start and hastily grabs up his clothes, dressing on the run, as he has so many times before. Thumping of footsteps, motors churning, directions yelled, chaos! TOTAL CHAOS! Or so it seems...yet, within seconds, dispatch...they are on their way, racing down the street, sirens at ear-splitting pitch. Meanwhile, his mind dashes to other nights-days of grueling, heartbreaking tragedy-ridden, heat-searing work. And he cries to the depth of his soul, "WHY DO I CONTINUE ?"

Loaded with nets, roof cutters, ladders, axes, erc. they don air masks as they arrive. It is another bad one. Flames are shooting everywhere, lighting the darkest of night with an eerie glow. Screaming, a man and woman cluthc to each other in panic. Nothing but PURE Intuition, or so it seems, takes The Firefighter through collapsing beams, up the stair, past flaming bedrooms and into a tiny closet to the side of a smoke filled bedroom. He quickly gathers two squirming bundles in his arm, darts to the nearest window and throws them to the waiting nets below...He leaps. Restrained no longer, the man and woman bound for the nets. The Firefighter, weakened, hears sounds that are so far away, of a little dog's whimper, happy cries and excited voices. Then, an explosion rocks the very ground upon which he lay. Through the pain of a broken arm, he feels a little dog licking his face, and slowly opens his eyes, the depth of his soul is touched, he will never be the same, he needs no thank you's, because he now knows the very reason "WHY HE CONTINUES"; for within her happy parents' arms ..... a child smiles.

Top The Firefighters' 23rd Psalm

Author Unknown - This was read during the memorial service for Firefighter George D. Donnelly Jr. by his brother and Fellow Firefighter Don Donnelly.

The Lord is my Chief; He has chosen me to serve.

He leads me to still the fires raging around me.

He restores my soul to fight even when all seems lost.

He has prepared for me a place in life,

devoted to service, honor, joy and fellowship.

He anoints my soul with courage in the presence of my enemy - fire.

Yes, even though I have chosen to walk through life in the shadow of death,

I will fear no fire, for He is with me; his strength will comfort me.

And when life's final alarm for me has sounded,

I will dwell in the Station House of the Lord forever.

Amen

Top A Firefighter's Gloves

Pat Browne - 1994

A Firefighter's Gloves hold many things From elderly arms to a kid's broken swing From the hands they shake and the backs they pat To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat At 2 AM they are filled with the chrome From the DWI who was on her way home And the equipment they use to roll back the dash From a family of six she involved in the crash The brush rakes in spring wear the palms out When the wind does a "90" to fill them with doubt The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow Of the face of a firefighter who mutters "What now". They hold inch and a halves flowing one-twenty-five so the ones going in, come back out alive When the regulator goes; then there isn't too much, but the bypass valve they eagerly clutch

The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars; The lives that they save never measured in dollars are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold or, so that is what I've been always told But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch Those are the things we all need so much

They hold back the rage on that 3 AM call They hold in the fear when you're lost in a hall They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow They hold in the desire to "Do it tomorrow" A glove's just a glove till it's on firefighters who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter And into the fray they charge without fear At the sound of a "Help" they think that they hear When firefighters hands go into the glove It's a firefighter who always fills it with love Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear And it seeps the glove and burns deep "in there" Off comes the gloves when the call is done And into the pocket until the next run The hands become lonely and cold for a bit and shake just a little thinking of it And they sit there so red-eyed with their gloves in their coats The tears come so fast that the furniture floats They're not so brave now; their hands they can't hide I guess it just means that they're human inside And though some are paid and others are not The gloves feel the same when it's cold or it's hot To someone you're helping to just get along When you fill them with love, you always feel strong And so when I go on my final big ride I hope to have my gloves by my side To show to St. Peter at that heavenly gate 'Cause as everyone knows; firefighters don't wait

Thanks, God

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Amanda Stewart - Rawdon District Volunteer Fire Dept.

We've found our calling, Where the flames rage,

We know that we'll drop everything, When we hear the page.

As we search each room, For the one we might have missed,

The smoke above us looms, The fire continues to crackle and hiss.

Finally we find her, A girl of two or three, Hiding beneath a bed,

I know she's scared of me. I reach out my hand, And tell her I can help, I tell her I'm a firefighter, And I've come to put the fire out.

I realize that soon, It might be too late, To save this little girl,

From a horrible fate. But, as I pass, that little girl, Out the window,

Out of that fiery world, I look down to the ground below,

And see her family smile, And I know what I faced in there,

Compared to the warmth of love is mild. That little girl's family thanked me, For saving their daughter's life. I simply told them it was part of the job, It was a firefighter's life.

Top A Firefighter's Pledge

Author Unknown

I promise concern for others. A willingness to help all those in need.

I promise courage - courage to face and conquer my fears. Courage to share and endure the ordeal of those who need me. I promise strength - strength of heart to bear whatever burdens might be placed upon me. Strength of body to deliver to safety all those placed within my care.

I promise the wisdom to lead, the compassion to comfort, and the love to serve unselfishly whenever I am called.

Top A Firefighter Poem

ByKathy Bond

He stares in the face of death without a second thought
to save that one special life that he so bravely sought
he has walked as close to "hell on earth" as any man could do and he's so proud of the job he did for people he never knew he puts his life on the line every time duty calls always doing what needs to done without even a pause he is a fireman with overwhelming pride never afraid to take a chance when saving someone's life
often he says "it's my job" but we really know that he is very special and always ready to go so when you hear the sirens wail
or see the flashing lights stand aside and look with pride
he's going to save a life. klb
i think firemen do not get enough praise......
live life like there's no tomorrow!!!!

Top The Fireman's Prayer

Author Unknown

When I am called to duty, God, whenever flames may rage;

Give me strength to save some life, whatever be its age.

Help me embrace a little child before it is too late

Or save an older person from the horror of that fate.

Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout,

And quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.

I want to fill my calling and to give the best in me,

To guard my every neighbor and protect his property.

And if, according to my fate, I am to lose my life;

Please bless with your protecting hand my children and my wife

Top A Fireman's Tears

Author Unknown

The alarm rang, as it had so many times before. He was the first of the fireman up and out, awakened from his bed at the station by the clanging of the bell. Engine 12 pulled out of the hall, Dispatch paged another station.

And all the firemen aboard the truck were tensed with anticipation

"It's gonna be a nice 'un, boys," He said as he donned his gear. And the young bucks smiled at him As they drew ever near. They turned onto his own street And he could see the fire's work He hoped their mother woke his kids To see their dad at work. His heart sank as he saw the home That he so dearly loved Going up in Smoke and flames As he donned his gloves. Agressively he hit the fire And searched the rooms above. And with a flare of personal vengeance He saved what remained of his home. As he left the world of flaming hell He saw his little girl He ran quickly to her side and said "Honey, Daddy's here." He would never forget what next she said As he held her close, "I love you, Daddy," she whimpered, And he began to weep. She died in his arms that night The others, later on. His comrades gave him their respects but his family was gone. He sits alone at the station, now, There's no more spring in his step. He stays detached from his fellows to avoid once again being hurt. He risks it all in fires, now, No more concerns for his safety. He has taken a solemn vow. He won't let it happen to another, as long as he's around

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Author Unknown

The table's set, the meal's prepared, our guests will soon arrive.

My husband once more disappears with a hope of keeping a child alive.

While waiting at home alone, our plans having gone awry

My first impulse is merely to sit right down and cry.

But soon again I realize the importance of my life

When I agreed to take on the duties of being a fireman's wife.

While there are many drawbacks, I'll take them in my stride,

Knowing "My Daddy saved a life" our children can say with pride.

The gusting winds and raging flames may be his final fate.

But with God's help I can remain my fireman's faithful mate.

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Author Unknown

"I Wish You Could " I wish you could see

the sadness of a business man as his livelihood goes up in flames or that family returning home, only to find their house and belongings damaged or destroyed. I wish you could know

what it is to search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns. I wish you could comprehend

a wife's horror at 3 A.M. as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse.

and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping against the odds to bring him back,

knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know

everything possible was done. I wish you could know

the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the

feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames rackling, and the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke - Sensations that I have become too familiar with.

I wish you could understand

how it feels to go to work in the morning after having spent most of the

night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire. I wish you could read

my mind as I respond to a building fire, "Is this a false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped or are they all out?" or to an EMS call, "What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor, or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress, or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?"

I wish you could be

in the emergency room as the doctor pronounces dead the beautiful little

five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past twenty-five

minutes, who will never go on her first date or say the words "I love you Mommy" again.

I wish you could know

the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, the driver with his foot

pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air

horn chain, as you fail to yield right-of-way at an intersection or in

traffic. When you need us, however, your first comment upon our arrival

will be, "It took you forever to get here!" I wish you could read

my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the mangled remains of her automobile, "What if this were my sister, my girlfriend, or a friend? What were her parents' reactions going to be as they open the door to find a police officer?" I wish you could know

how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family,

not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come home from

this last call. I wish you could feel

my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle

what we do, or as they express their attitudes of

It will never happen to me. I wish you could realize

the physical, emotional, and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep, and

forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have viewed. I wish you could know

the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving

someone's property, of being there in times of crisis, or creating order

from total CHAOS. I wish you could understand

what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on your arm and asking,

"Is my Mommy O.K.?" not even being able to look in his eyes without

tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold

back a long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing done

on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You knowing all along he did

not have his seat belt on - Sensations that I have become too familiar with. Unless you have lived this kind of life,

you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am,

what we are, or what our job really means to us. I WISH YOU COULD!

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"George"

Megan Belz - In memory of George D. Donnelly, Jr.

ASHES TO ASHES DUST TO DUST LIFE IS TOO SHORT

SO PRAY WE MUST TO THE ONE WE LOVE WHO IS NOW ABOVE WATCHING OVER US HE'S IN A BETTER PLACE

IF YOU LOOK IN THE SKY YOU'LL SEE HIS FACE

SOON WE'LL ALL BE TOGETHER ONCE MORE AND

LIFE WON'T BE SUCH A BORE ANY MORE WITH OUT YOU!

IF YOU HEAR THIS POEM JUST REMEMBER EVERYONE IS

THINKING OF YOU, AND WON'T EVER FORGET YOU.

WE LOVE YA GEORGE!

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Gifts

Author Unknown

I see the lights, Flashing red, As far as the eye can see, Slowly moving, Across the land, All in honor of me, I don't quite understand, Why so many people came, All I call my brothers, Though I do not know their names, They all cry tears, As if they had lost, There oldest dearest friend, They tell my family, How brave I was, And how too soon I saw the end. Some cry out, Why do we give all, To a public, Who only cares if were there when they call? They say we sit around, And watch T.V., And do nothing all day, And gripe, When we run a call, saying our trucks are in their way, But when they need us, They call and we respond, To whatever there emergency, without hesitation, we respond. But as I listen, I see in the croud, Why I gave everything, A little smile, so full of life, My heart begins to sing, She holds the hand of a mother who, Will never forget the man, Who gave her a gift, one firey night, And spoiled the devil's plan. The father holds, The other hand, With tears in his eyes, Thankful, For the firefighter, Who heard his daughters cries, It is then that I remember, Why all these people came today, They came to say goodbye, To a brother gone away, I do not feel, Worthy enough, To take all of their praise, I was just another, Responding to the call, Like so many other days, We all take risks, Every call we run, We all give all we must, And get the job done. When life is what, Is at risk, We all put aside our fears, And when one life, Must be lost, We trade, ours for theirs, So some call us heroes, Others will never see, The gifts that are given every day,

By firefighters just like Me.

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Heaven's Brigade

Ass't. Chief KP - Boles Fire Protection District

Did you know there's a Fire Department in Heaven? I heard Cap tell that sorrowful lad.

The young boy stared, working over the words he'd just been given. Cap, do you think God's got a spot on the truck for my dad? Cap smiled, even though you could tell his heart was heavy, and said, You bet son, as he roughed the hair on the boy's head. Timmy looked up, his sadness, for now, gone. Cap went on, holding back the tears that were trying to fall. They've got the biggest, reddest fire trucks you ever saw, And they keep them all cleaned and ready, Just in case they get a call. Of course they don't get too many, Bein' in Heaven and all. But God knew this, so right next to them He made, A great big tree, that puts out a lot of shade. And each day they have at least one run, Down the streets of Heaven, leading the afternoon parade. That's been years ago now, And in that time, things have changed a lot. Cap, he's been retired, and I, somehow, made it to Chief. And Timmy, He's just Tim now, down at station two, And, I must say, one of the finest Captains on my crew. The day came, the worst of any other, When we have to say farewell to a fallen brother. I watched, as Tim walked over to that hero's son, And share some words, just as my Cap and Tim had once done...

Did you know there's a Fire Department in Heaven?.............

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Hell's Angel

Author Unknown

Darker than night and as hot as hell. This is my domain... I live where none will, and breathe where none can. Roaming the halls of Hell,

searching for a victim. I dance with death, and fight with the devil. I'm the Beast deadly enemy. To those who neede me, to their calls I come,

they know not my name... but they recognize me... Cause me and my brothers, are Hell's only Angels... Cause I'm Hell's only Angel...

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Heroes

Ralph Westerburg - Ass't. Chief, Reed City Fire Dept.

Our heroes of yesterday have lost their luster. Almost daily the headlines remind us how unwise it is to put our faith in sports legends. Or movie stars. Politicians. Or captains of industry. So where are the role models of today for our sons and daughters? We have a suggestion. There is a group of people we tend to take for granted. There is no special day set aside in their honor, that we know of. No TV series dedicated to their heroism. No organized national recognition of their importance to every community in the U.S. - big or small.

Without fanfare, they do their job. Sometimes putting their lives on the line in the process. There is much to admire about these men and women. From part-time rural volunteer to full-time big-city professional. From the trainee to the Chief. From the fire fighter to the fire marshal. To even qualify for this demanding work, they have to be physically strong. Dedicated. Intelligent. Resourceful. Highly motivated. And, yes, unselfish. Because they're certainly not in it for the money. At a time when many of us bemoan the lack of heroes, we suggest all of us look down the street to the men and women who protect you and your neighborhood from the ever-present dangers of fire. Those role models for our kids? They've been there all along. God bless the fire fighters of America.

Top Hymn to the Fallen Heroes Anonymous June 1999 National Fallen Firefighter Memorial
Emmittsburg, MD Dedicated to John Pertgen . A Volunteer Firefighter/EMT for South Bay Fire Dept in Cicero, NY Young and aged volunteer and career, man and woman of all races and colors,
you left aching hearts behind An eternal flame warms your names inscribed on cold, lifeless plaques
around this stone cairn In the hearts you left behind
your memories abide in undying gratitude You asked nothing more You knew the risks,
served without fear and paid the highest price You embody a quality of which many only dream
Your selflessness for others is now your eternal crown O fallen comrades, give us all this quality
that we may more fittingly prolong your memory

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I Wish You Could ...

Randall Broadwater

I wish you could see the sadness of a business man as his livelihood goes up in flames or that family returning home, only to find their house and belongings damaged or destroyed.

I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns.

I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 A.M. as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping against hope to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done.

I wish you could know the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling, and the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke--"sensations that I have becomed too familiar with."

I wish you could understand how it feels to go to school in the morning after having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire.

I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire, `Is this a false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?' or to an EMS call, `What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?'

I wish you could be in the emergency room as the doctor pronounces dead the beautiful little five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past twenty-five minutes, who will never go on her first date or say the words, "I love you Mommy!", again.

I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us, however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!"

I wish you could read my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the mangled remains of her automobile, `What if this were my sister, my girlfriend, or a friend? What were her parents' reactions going to be as they open the door to find a police officer, HAT IN HAND?'

I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that you nearly did not come home from this last call.

I wish you could feel my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of, "It will never happen to me."

I wish you could realize the physical, emotional, and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have viewed.

I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someone's property, of being there in times of crisis, or creating order from total CHAOS.

I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on your arm and asking, "Is my mommy o.k.?" Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have hold back a long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You knowing all along he did not have his seat belt on--sensations that I have become too familiar.

Unless you have lived this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, what we are, or what our job really means to us.

I WISH YOU COULD!

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In The Life of a Child a Firefighter Came

Patty Temple - From the International Fire Services Network

A child was sleeping in his room, alone,

When suddenly a fire was consuming his home.

Alone and afraid to run from the smoke,

he moved not a muscle 'til the firefighter spoke.

"Son, I'll take you away from all harm."

And wrapped the child in a reassuring arm.

Through dense smoke and heat, both firefighter and child fought.

"I must protect this child," was the firefighter's thought.

Child clinging to the firefighter as they crawled on the floor.

Oh where, oh where, is the opening of the door?

"Son, we made it." "Mom and Dad are here too."

"You were so brave." "We're all so proud of you."

The child was the firefighter's own, if only for a minute or two,

but the love and concern was genuine and true.

In the life of a child a firefighter came,

and life to this child will never be the same.

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In Memorium

Dennis Rutledge - Collierville TN Fire & Rescue

I lost a dear friend today that I never even knew. Oh, I recognized the face I'd seen so many times before. Covered with soot, dirt and sweat and showing the pain from a body pushed way beyond the limit. I didn't know his hobbies or his favorite foods; until today I didn't even know the name. It didn't matter at the moment if the name was Bill or Larry or Monica or Sue. What mattered most was that the loss was a fellow firefighter.

You see, being a firefighter is much more than showing up for work and drawing a paycheck. It's a commitment to your fellow man to be there when you are needed. It's a brotherhood of individuals with a common bond of service to others and a giving of your all so that others don't suffer. It's rushing into situations that everyone else is doing everything they can to escape. It's fighting with your entire heart, body and soul to save the life that is so desperately in need of your tender, loving care. It's living the very embodiment of the term "public servant".

My friend lived that commitment to the fullest, which is how I learned the name. In his final call he rushed in as he had so many times before. This time however, he paid the ultimate price. He had always been there for others, but now we gather for him. This we do to pay our respects for a hero; not because he died, but because he lived and served his fellow man well. As we pay our respects we pause and realize that for some greater reason unknown to us, there lies my friend instead of me. As I ponder the events that led me here, words alone cannot express the intense sorrow and yet, overwhelming pride that is felt. Until today, I didn't know the name but I knew him well ... my friend was a fellow firefighter.

Dedicated to all who have served their fellow man and made their final call.

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Ladies Auxiliary Prayer

Author Unknown - This was seen displayed in the South Wales fire hall.

The ladies wait, while their men respond, united as one in a common bond. The bond of serving, each in their own way, the needs that arise, be what they may. The reheated meals, the unsipped drink, are a common occurrence, much more than you think. It's mostly routine and done without flair, the men return, their ladies are there.

But then comes the call, the tough one to fight, a working fire that may last through the night. The ladies again wait, but this time they know, that sooner or later, they too will go. As they wait for the signal, the time draws near, for that sooner or later to be suddenly here. The men are all weary, some of them spent, the refreshments that arrive are like heaven sent. The auxiliary, in fact, is more than a name, it's a dedicated arm of the volunteer game. So God when we pray, for the firemen's care, include the ladies, who were also there.

Top The Last Alarm

Author Unknown

My father was a fireman. He drove a big red truck and when he'd go to work each day he'd say, "Mother wish me luck." Then Dad would not come home again 'til sometime the next day. But the thing that bothered me the most was the thing's some folks would say, "A fireman's life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays, and sometimes he wont fight a fire for days and days." When I first heard these words I was young to understand but I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a hand. Then my father went to work one day and kissed us all goodbye but little did we realizes that night we all would cry. My father lost his life that night when the floor gave way below and I'd wondered why he'd risk his life for someone he did not know. But now I truly realize the greatest gift a man can give is to lay his life upon the line so that someone else might live. So as we go from day to day and we pray to God above say a prayer for your local fireman. He may save the one's you love.

Top The Last Command

Ass't. Chief KP - Boles Fire Protection District

Once i had a dream while i was sleeping that the whole world passed away and the chief of all creation, worked the scene that judgment day. there were people of every color, there were people of every size. they were putting them into sectors, according to the way they led their lives assistant chief angels had their sectors, they knew how to handle things then i noticed a group of people..... they were holding them to the side. rehabbing sort of loose and easy, while the angels worked their sectors wide. i.c. judged and tagged the others, by this book of rules he held. then i heard him tell an angel.... "now bring on the firefighters." so they geared up and advanced forward, some surprised but not worried at all. and went up to meet this chief of judgment day.... came this rugged seasoned brigade. each one pulled their helmets on tighter, that they did from habit....... for its a trick of most firefighters to do this before they enter a world of flame. some were young, some were older, some walked with a limping stride. some still had on their scba's ...... the ones they were wearing when they died. they all stood in line to answer, for they way they had spent their days. and they faced the i.c. of heaven with a calm and level gaze. and the chief of all creation..... gave the firefighters a careful look. then he said to operations angel.... "bring me that fire ground ops book. so i turned and asked resource angel....... why the book of judgment had been turned 'round? and he judged this group of firefighters.... by the laws that rule the fire ground? and he answered, very solemn, that the reason is because, you can never judge a firefighter............... by some civilian's laws. you see this group of people, they have fought the devil himself in his own den, they have saved the lives of others, countless and unknown, without a thought that the lives that could be lost, very well, could be their own. they have fought to quell the flame and chaos, to look through the smoke and ruin, only to see that devil laugh, and run away. knowing he'll be back again, in a new place and a different day. but this group goes back at him, with the strength of a hundred men, knowing its a fight on earth, they can never win. then i looked back at the chief of heaven, just in time to hear him say......... "pick up.........." "we're going in!!!"

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Ass't. Chief KP - Boles Fire Protection District

In his hand, he held a light.

It was of no use to him on this smokey, fiery night.

His other hand swept the floor with urgency and skill,

"Seeing" his way by experience and touch.

Working his way in with nothing to hold onto but his dedication and will.

Blocking out the pops and cracks and the fire's roar.

Never once thinking, that, for someone in here,

The smoke and heat could be too much?

Searching for the little sounds, the cough, the cry,

Or even some rustling on the floor.

The acrid smoke grew stronger, as the flames grew longer.

The searing heat pushing him lower.

As the fire worked to quell it's appetite.

With his bell now ringing, and all his senses screaming,.

"Get out Now, before it's too late!

But the thought of loosing an innocent one, pushes him forward,

Determined not to let them go to this horrible fate.

On his final sweep before leaving,

His hand came to rest on something soft and breathing.

Knowing at once that this is what he had come for.

He picked the babe up into his arms, to keep him safe from the harm,

That was now, singing his neck.

The useless light would be of use at last;

As he threw it at the window, breaking the glass,

Knowing his brothers would see it,

And the child would be passed,

From Hell to safety,

Just as........ His bell....... Would........ Ring It's Last.

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Author Unknown

We're seldom named in poems, though we do have charm and poise,

Firemen never seem to have girls; it's always boys, boys, boys!

Well, my Daddy's a fireman, and I'm proud as I can be,

While my name isn't Tommy or Billy, he loves me 'cause I'm me.

He needs both me and Mommy to remind him of things to do,

Like going to Church on Sunday and emptying the garbage, too.

One day he took me with him to his firehouse downtown,

I sat in the big red engine and pushed the siren down.

At times, I like to fool him; make him believe I'm asleep at night,

He'd whisper: "Nite-nite, little darlin', don't let the bed bugs bite!"

Please don't tell anybody, I once saw my Daddy cry,

He fought a real bad fire and told Mommy he saw someone die.

Why he fights these fires, I guess I'm too young to know,

He's always helping people...and, that's why I love him so

The reason I wrote this poem is to explain the best I can,

Girls, just like boys, can say with pride...MY DADDY'S A FIREMAN!

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Author Unknown

Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never see A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, A student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, For a man who wasn't there.. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher,

Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. Cause my daddy's always with me, Even though we are apart I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart" With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, He's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far. You see he was a fireman And died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers And taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, It's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far.

Top My Mommy is a Firefighter

Patty Temple - From the International Fire Services Network

My mommy is a firefighter I'm as proud of her as I can be Because she takes care of people's homes And children like you and me Sometimes when I need her She has to leave in a hurry But, she always gives me a hug And says, "Be good; now don't you worry."

I love my mommy and I have a secret I want to tell you. I want to grow up to be as good as my mommy And maybe I'll be a firefighter, too.

Top My Mom's an EMT

Lisa Donohoe(using the thoughts and words of her 5 yr old daughter)

It doesn't matter day or night When off the pager goes She grabs her bag and her vest To help people she doesn't know. I always get a hug and kiss She tells me not to worry, She tells me that she loves me lots But is always in a hurry. There is someone else that needs her So I will share her for awhile They may be sick or hurt or dying Or their car may be on fire. As the aid car leaves the station I am as proud as I can be I wave and I blow kisses Knowing someone needs her more than me. She holds a dying mother Whose babies are at her feet She saves a child that's choking On a piece of meat. She comforts the father Whose daughter she pulled from a car She cares and prays for her in the ambulance Knowing the hospital may be to far.

My mom does this cause she wants too, She doesn't get any pay. My mom does this to help people And for the life that may be saved. I meet my mom at the door When she gets back from her call I tell her that I missed her But that I love her most of all. Sometimes my mom is happy They saved a life that day At times my mom is crying Cause the call didn't go that way.

I hug her after every call And she says that she loves me And I know when I get older I too will be an EMT!

Top Rank Definitions

Author Unknown

Chief

Leaps short buildings with a single bound. Is more powerful than a ladder truck. Is faster than a speeding bullet. Walks on water. Gives Policy to GOD.

Assistant Chief

Leaps short buildings with a single bound. Is more powerful than a pumper. Is just as fast as a speeding bullet. Walks on water if sea is calm. Talks with GOD.

Deputy Chief

Leaps short buildings with a running start and favorable winds. Is almost as powerful as a pumper. Is faster than a speeding BB. Walks on water in indoor swimming pools. Talks with GOD if special request is approved.

Engineer

Barely clears Quonset hut. Loses tug-of-war with pumpers. Can fire a speeding bullet. Swims well. Is occasionally addressed by GOD.

Captain

Makes high marks on buildings when trying to leap them. Is run over by a pumper. Can sometimes handle a gun without inflicting self-injury. Dog paddles in swimming pools. Talks with animals.

Lieutenant

Runs into buildings when trying to leap them. Recognizes pumpers two out of three times. Is not allowed to use guns. Can stay afloat if properly instructed in the use of a life jacket. Talks to walls.

Sergeant

Falls over doorstep when trying to enter buildings. Points and says, "Look at the pretty fire engine." Wets himself with a water pistol. Plays in mud puddles. Mumbles to himself.

FireFighter

Lifts buildings and walks under them. Kicks fire engines and equipment out of the way. Catches speeding bullets in his teeth and eats them. Freezes water with a single glance.

He is GOD.

Top Rescue Squad Creed

Author Unknown - This poem is from the Northfield Rescue Squad's home page.

Sorry if we woke you in the middle of the night but someone in your neighborhood is fighting for his life. Sorry if we block the road and make you turn around, but there's been a bad wreck with dying children on the ground. When you see us coming we hope you'll understand;

let us have the right-of-way -- someone needs our helping hand. Sometimes a child is choking; sometimes a broken leg. Sometimes a heart stops beating, and when we get there it's too late.

So if you see us crying when we think we are alone, you'll know we had a "bad" one and we're feeling mighty down. We don't do it for the money -- you know we don't get paid. We don't do it for the glory but for a life that might be saved. Somewhere deep within us, our souls are crying out "We're here to help our neighbors in their hour of pain and doubt." God gave us something special to help us see you through. We do it 'cause we love you, and we care about you too.

Top The Talk

Ass't Chief KP - Boles Fire Protection District

"Have I ever told you about the love of my life?" Cap asked, with an unlike him grin.

'No!' I exclaimed, Glad to see a break in the silence we'd been in. 'Tell me Cap! Tell me!' I said with a burst of energy only a rookie could show. 'Is she pretty Cap? Is she sweet?'

"Now just simmer down there Rook, You've gotta listen close, so I'll take it slow.

'Cause my days here are short, and somebody's gotta take my seat." He explained that he was not her one and only, that many loved her the same. He wasn't jealous of the others, he said, "It takes us all just to keep her tame." "And no, she ain't that pretty, and none at all sweet".

"But I love her just the same Rook, and you will too, in time." Then his eyes grew distant, and his lips looked kinda thin. He told me of the first time he met her," On the big one in Seventy Eight. Threw me right down the stairs she did, so hard I thought I'd met my fate." But HIS Cap, he said, had drug him out by his pack. And gave him this little talk, I guess the same now that I'm gettin' "Don't ever give her slack Rook. 'Cause once she takes it son, she never, ever, gives it back. She's evil Rook. But you gotta love her just the same." "You see, to love her is to know her, And you gotta know her to keep her tame. If you stick around for a while rook,

You'll see her dish out a lot of heartache and strife. But if you love her like I told you son, Love her with all your heart. You'll be able to give someone the best gift of all Rook, The gift of life".

Top Tonight

Rich Bliven - Lyndon Fire & Rescue

Tonight I face death, staring into his eyes. "excuse me, I have a child to save." He just looks at me and replies "not tonight pal, tonight you are my slave." Death points to a corner, the flames flare up and sing. Rolling across the ceiling I can feel the heat they bring. My brother spanks the fire, with a quick and mighty squirt. I forge ahead with great desire, the steam - it doesn't hurt. I am listening for the lost boy, I know he is nearby. His life outweighs the consequence This child, he will not die. Death is trying to make a deal, he reminds me of my wife. He says "tonight you'll give me the boy", "and I will spare you your life". I told him "I don't have time tonight" he said "it's not your call". "I'm going to find this child alive", I said "tonight he will not fall." Death is looking worried he knows I'm getting close. He flares the fire up again and turns the heat to roast. My partner knocks it down again, that I may continue on. I hear a whimper in the dark, the battle is almost won. I have the child in my arms, he's looking scared and pale.

Now Death is getting really pissed, and it's time for us to bail. My partner knocks the fire back, tries to keep the Demon at bay. With a mighty blow Death takes the stairs and shouts "you'll not leave this way!" I retreat back to the bedroom, through the black and lingering smoke. Searching for a window; found it! With my axe it has been broke. I call out to my comrades,

"a ladder, bring it quick!" Death screams out "you'll lose!" and my ass he tries to kick. The boy is passed to safety, his parents relieve their fright. My brother and I grab the hose, now the Demon we will fight. My partner, he put the fire out we radioed for overhaul. I curse that bastard Death and shout "I'll be back for you next call!"

Top

The Vendome Memorial

John A. Cannon - Portland, ME Fire Dept.

On the corner of Dartmouth and Commonwealth A memorial is finally unveiled Proper tribute too long owed Twenty-five years ago this day The wall came down The granite and bronze Offer time to think, Inches and seconds the difference If we're to come home So many came From California, New York, Georgia and Maine The long blue line marches A salute to fallen comrades Nine names are read, A bell rings "Taps" is played Nine rifle shots pierce the sky Area buildings participate Confining the sounds Drones of bagpipes electrify the air The walls of the Vendome itself Echoing "Amazing Grace"

Top Warning Signs

Brian A. Mach

Studying for years and years Watching the effects and the devastating tears Knowing that I'd deal with it Realizing that most don't give a shit All trying to play heroes Like their G.I. Joes But they ain't, and I know I'm not Just be cool and do my job Watch my back because ain't no one else gonna But looking out for everyone else, no time to ponder No time to contemplate Because a backdraft ain't going to wait They happen so quick With a big, bright flash You got to know the warning signs Of a backdraft Now I'm running out of my door as fast as I can Making a B-line to my car, thinking that I'm Superman Worrying about the people that might be trapped Hoping that I get their befor their world goes to crap Hopping in my car and starting the engine Turning on the blue lights with a rush of adrenaline No time to loose, pealing out of the driveway Pulling in the V.F.D. and running in the garage bay Grabbing my gear and hopping on the truck Brothers yelling at me,"Hurry it up!" Radio communications becoming unreadable Sirens blaring, bells ringing as our air tanks become chargeable Smoke is spotted, fire right behind People trapped on the second floor, now we're in a bind Call goes out for additional units Thinking to myself, "Man don't screw this!" "Victims are main priority," shouts the chief Something don't feel right; it felt like the prelude to grief Approaching the front door ready to bust in When I notice smoke being sucked back in About to hit the door with an ax I shout as loud as I can, "Backdraft!" It's too late, massive explosion Flying through the air, everything seems to be in slow motion Flames rolling past me, but I feel no pain Wondering where my brothers are, thinking about who's to blame It happened so fast With a quick bright flash You got to know the warning signs Of a backdraft Four lives lost and I'm in the hospital All of a sudden, peoples lives become corruptible Doctors and specialists ask, "How are you doing?" I look around, everything is ruined A mother and her daughter at the age of three Both gone because of something that we didn't see Two brothers lost, funeral plans being made

Now they'll be fighting fires from beyond the grave Killed in the line of duty, what a way to go out As I lay here, thinking about All the good times we had, Working myself up, getting all mad Putting all the blame on me "Why'd it have to happen this way?" But it happened so fast With a quick, bright flash The warning signs were their Of a backdraft At the funeral, bag pipes playing Kind words of sympathy everyone is saying Telling me not to blame myself, I didn't know It's not my fault, just let it go But I couldn't;it stuck in my heart Like a dartboard to a dart "My brothers are gone," I replied with a tear "They tried to save that family with no fear But it happened so fast With a quick, bright flash The warning signs were there of a backdraft."

Top What is a Fireman?

Author Unknown

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 warts 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.

Top What is a Firefighter?

Author Unknown

A person who could be your next door neighbor. A person like you and me, with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams ... yet stands taller than most of us. That's a firefighter.

A person with the sharp memory of a little child who never got over the wondrous excitement of engines and sirens and danger. That's a firefighter.

A person who savors life because they've seen too much of death. A person responsive to a child's laughter because theirs arms have held too many little ones who will never laugh again. That's a firefighter.

A person who appreciated the simple pleasures in life, hot coffee held in number unbending fingers, the flush of fresh air pumping through smoke-covered lungs, a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feelings, plus a special camaraderie with other brave firefighters. That's a firefighter.

A person who knows the divine peace of selfless service, and a job well done in the name of all men. They don't all wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities ... and when they march, it is to honor a fallen comrade. A person who doesn't preach the brotherhood of mankind ... they live it. That's a firefighter.

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