What is
a Fireman ?
He's the guy next door.
He's a man with the sharp memory of a
little boy who never got over the excitement of engines, sirens, smoke &
danger.
He's a guy like you & me with
warts & 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 &
least fortunate of men.
He savors life because he has seen to
much death.
He's a gentleman.
He has seen to much of the awesome
power of violent forces out of control.
He's a man receptive to a child's
cry,
because he has seen a child's pain
and held a limp little body,
that will never cry or laugh in his
arms.
He's a man who appreciates the simple
pleasures of life .....
hot coffee held in numbed, unbending
fingers .....
the flush of fresh air pumping
through fire & smoke convulsed lungs .....
A warm bed for bone & muscle
compelled beyond feeling ......
The camaraderie of brave men, the
divine peace of selfless service and a job well done in the name of all man.
He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags
or shout obscenities
and when he marches, it is to honour
a fallen comrade.
He doesn't preach the brotherhood of
man,
HE LIVES IT