You endured the fire before the fire,
burning doubt thinking you wouldn't pass the test.
The sweltering summer days carrying heavy hoses,
that some of you firewomen thought you'd never lift.
Alarm bells ringing,
vibrating in your heart,
excited barking of the station Dalmatians.
Hook and ladders,
you steel your newly forged bravery,
quickly get into your gear,
firefighter brothers and sisters.
Communicating in the smoke with a
sixth sense,
was it a buddy or an angel?
Saving the trapped and injured in the
merciless element,
there's no taming the wanton flames.
Your family's love and caring,
waiting for you to come home,
even your dreams afire.
Standing tall another day,
wiping soot off your sweating face,
as God bestows His firefighters a hero's grace. ~
The fire burns and burns, it burns through your passion heart. Your locked up in that fire car. It’s too hot to go that far. Your having a deep dream if this is reality or is this your destination fatality. You was a lost soul who wondered away from the truth. The truth could not set you free because you kept holding on to your painful tooth. Your burning and burning of humiliation and sorrow. You beg and beg as you fight hell’s troubles. Their are witnesses who see your struggle. They all are jurors talking in a circle huddle. They all came up with a verdict and called the firefighters since that would do the trick. It takes a while for the firefighters to come as you try not to burn into a ashy crumb. They do finally come but it was too late. Everyone is stunned as they see you filled with peace with no hate. They all asked you questions on how you escaped from this situation. Jesus answers, you are saved from hell and cremation.
"The fire has crossed containment lines,
Dunns Road has just been breached,
Emergency vehicles have withdrawn,
You cannot be reached",
Local radio announces every minute,
Evacuation roads are shut,
Power and phones are all now down,
You're alone with the smoke and dust.
Then through the haze of black and red,
Fire cowlicks up your house,
Adrenaline shakes your trembling hand,
Your legs, your chest, your mouth,
It's just you and your hose in the fight,
No mercy- do or die,
Fire licks at everything you have,
Everything left dry.
Then, in a moment, it's gone again,
Wild wind waltzed it up the hill,
And you stand alone in complete silence,
To witness what's been killed,
When, from nowhere, the acrid stench,
From animals now burnt black,
Battle with the pungency,
Life under attack.
Tears now drop, you try to feel,
Deep down you know you're broke,
As you see the stoic volunteer brigade,
Floating through the smoke,
You fall, they catch in arms of love,
Take you away from here,
To a place of peace and mates and hope,
With a smile, a joke and beer.
Geoffrey Keaton, 32, and Andrew O’Dwyer, 36, both died when their fire truck overturned in the NSW fires.
Rest In Peace Australian heroes.
Vale to the Firefighters
Do you think there is a special place in heaven
For people who pass as heroes
Their names are written with pride
And should not be forgotten
Let their families find their peace
Knowing that they will be looked after
From a grateful nation
Holding them close to their hearts.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Goosebumps
never fail to visit
whenever Emerald Society drums
call for a slow, steady, cadence
and bagpipers play Amazing Grace
at the funeral of a fallen hero.
Police and Firefighters
who have offered us
first, their service
and then, their lives.
Honored by those who stood
shoulder to shoulder, loved ones,
and others like me who
get goosebumps.
We climb ladders, to saw limbs off of trees, They climb ladders, to save the limbs, only God can save for me. Is there any difference in weight, in His eyes, the arm or leg of a person, fhour legged animal, or a birds wing? You all risk your life daily, to safety to bring. No one else 24 7 are subject to call, having to Roll equipment to save us all. You support each other in a territory vast, between malls to the north and south, east and west, you respond fast.To do your best.Carrying heavy equipment is a must. To save lives dawn to dusk.Black or white it does not matter, EMTs fight the good fight, sometime high on a ladder Using Gods gifts to ensure victory, in the darkness, before the dawns early light, they are tasked to use their training and might.
A touching version of "Winter Wonderland" by Felix Bernard & Richard B. Smith.
Fire bells ring, We’re awake and listening
Rush to the trucks
All washed and glistening
We start out the bay
Tell Dispatch, “We are on the way.”
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Dispatch advises, “Inside there is smoke.”
We bunker and pack-out, This is no joke.
As we exit our ride
Grab an attack line to go inside
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Inside the house, the fireplace was plugged up.
We laddered the roof, go up and take a peak
We looking into the chimney and saw a Santa hat
and the rest of jolly man at that.
HoHoHo, he gave a happy shout.
Used the jaws, to finally get him out
Medically cleared by the Chief
Promised extra gifts to us each
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Spoke with the owner, he was quite worried
As for our patient he left, he was way behind.
We evac’d all the smoke with an exhaust fan
We calmed everyone doing the best that we can
Backing the engine back into the bay
Looked up and saw Santa in his sleigh
He thanked us for all that we do
Said have a Safe Merry Christmas Too!
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
FireFighters Creed:
Alarms screaming.
Birds singing.
But her heart was bleeding.
I held her as she died.
CPR couldn't revive.
How could I save what God wanted taken
away.
Is this how God repays ?
Maybe if I was a minute earlier.
If I didn't take that extra time getting out
the drive.
I would of been able to save this young girls
life.
It haunts me every night.
Pictures of her in the last moments of her
life.
I was pulled away by my fallow brothers in
arms.
Brothers with the FireFighter emblems on
there helms.
Tears roll down my face.
First time is the worst is what they all seem
to say.
But should a 17 year old boy be here in the
first place.
I look in the mirror when all these Questions
race in my brain.
mocking me, Judging me, pointing, laughing,
calling me names.
"Great good job Jess letting her die"
"Well god damn what a terrific guy"
I know it was my choice to enter the service.
But I wish I could of lived a bit first.
-Written By Jesse Gillibrand
A firefighters Tears
You see him on the sidelines but you can't see his eyes.
He's hoping no one's seeing the teardrops as he cries.
Arriving in just minutes they did their best no doubt.
But a child lost his life today before the fire got put out.
He found his lifeless body in the hallway by the stair.
He carried him outside as smoke rose from his hair.
Trying to revive him his hands covered the boys whole chest.
Sometimes good ain't good enough no matter it's your best.
The other firemen saw as his body started shaking.
Hands upon his shoulders his big heart was breaking.
Standing by a dumpster the fireman heard a young voice say.
I'm on my way to heaven and tomorrows my birthday.
Too demanding not understanding he turned to see who's there.
A young boy in pajamas and smoke rose from his hair.
I'd like to stay and talk some more but I really gotta go.
I'm gonna be just fine and I wanted you to know.
He stepped out of the alley there was nothing he could say.
An ambulance took the young boys body but angels carried him away.
Edwin C Hofert
They are great firefighters.........
The firefighter's stories hold many sad memories
The lives that they save is immeasurable in value
They work round the clock to save the nation
And they do their best to protect us from tragedies
When we see them going home from fighting fire
they look exhaust and the smoke overwhelms them
They are wonderful human beings
who save lives from tragedy
And their strength of spirits lead them to do or die
They are always dedicated to their job and do their best
Their determination to the nation keeps us safe
When they leave home they carry prayers
from their loved one's
When they don't return their home is filled
with their loved one's tears
The firefighters are the brave people on earth and
they risk their life for someone else happiness
Because their heart is made of precious gold.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Fortune favors the bold
who climb up the ladder
in a fireman's outfit
to see what's the matter.
To the ones who wear gold
that ride into the night
to face the fiery blaze
and who displace their own fright.
At the drop of a dime
and at the ring of the bell
these heroes we rely on
and who do their job well.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FIREFIGHTERS
MY HEART IS OVERWHELMED BY YOUR STRENGTH
WHILE YOU DO THE WORK YOU DO,
AS YOU TRIED SO HARD TO SAVE A LIFE
AND GAVE YOUR BEST EFFORT FROM YOU
ONLY GOD KNOWS THE PAIN YOU SUFFER
AND THE AGONY YOU WENT THROUGH
YOUR HEARTS MAY NEVER EVER HEAL
BUT WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU
WE ARE PROUD TO CALL YOU FIREFIGHTERS
YOU RISK YOUR LIFE FOR ALL,
AND YOU ARE THERE TO MAKE THAT MOVE
WHEN YOU RECIEVE YOUR CALL....
THERE ARE NO WORDS THAT WE CAN SAY
TO COMFORT YOU AT THIS TIME,
BUT WE SEND YOU THIS WRITTEN BOUQUET
AND SEND OUR LOVE COMBINED.
I FEEL THERE WERE MANY TEARS YOU'VE SHED
WHILE TRYING HARD TO DO YOUR TASK,
NONE OF YOU WILL EVER FORGET
THAT DAY NOW IN THE PAST.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL YOU FIREFIGHTERS
AND WE WANT YOU TO KNOW TODAY,
THAT WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS,
AND GOD'S BLESSINGS ARE SENT YOUR WAY
All I can think of is that dented firefighters helmet
As I recall that concrete and twisted steel tomb
Those dazed and dusty faces lost in disbelief
In the rubble of the fallen towers
Only moments ago, the planes assailed New York
Pulverizing the heart of the nation
Steel supports gave way, bodies fell from the smoke
Our delusions of safety burning away
From the debris we plucked the pieces of hellish reality
The rescue workers keeping theirs, and I mine
Holding fast to the hope of a chance to find life
Somewhere in the hazy gray of uncountable names
Those who’ve been lost now sleep around us as we work
Although they’ve been consumed and ripped
Their spirits, our hope, and a brighter future remains
Healing the wounds, cleaning the blood, and drying the eyes
As we lifted a piece of broken wall the helmet fell free
Tumbling down the tor of steely concrete to land at my feet
Burning the truth of that day beyond any comprehension
Side by side we worked understanding...that unspoken moment
As I lie here on my bed tonight,
I thank the lord for his guiding light.
And letting me come home night after night,
When all those fires would go ablaze.
And for all those memories with my dear Kathy,
That I know she will carry for the rest of her days.
R.I.P. Uncle Butchy