Firefighter's Poem:
 
He is 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 is a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams.
Yet he stands taller than most of us. He is a fireman.
He puts it all on the line when the bell rings. A fireman is at once the
most fortunate and theleast fortunate of men. He is a man who
saves lives because he has seen too much death. He is a gentle
man because he has seen the awesome power
of violence out of control.
He is responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have
held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.
He is 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
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