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.
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
He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held
He's a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life -
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.
He's the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy.
Yet he stands taller than most of us.
of violence out of control.
too many small bodies that will never laugh again.
hot coffee held in numb, unbending finges - 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.
Author Unknown
