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TO THE GREAT FIREFIGHTER'S




Dedicated Dad My Daddy wears a beeper That he carries's every day And every time it makes a noise He has to go away Sometimes it's when we're eating Sometimes it's when we play And one time on my birthday He just got up and went away I don't like it very much When my daddy has to leave He always says he will be back And he asks me to believe Then one day he sat me down To explain it all to me He has to do what he does He doesn't want to leave My Daddy has a special job and When people need his help They phone the fire department And his beeper starts to yelp. He rushes to the aid of those In our community And works to help the families And the children just like me. I now know that I can smile And be happy for my Dad Because he is the most dedicated fireman Our community's ever had.


The Risks We Face There are many dangers we will face When a fire burns in haste Many things will be lost that day None of us we hope and pray We all know the risks we take each day Still those risks we take day after day We pray to God theres no mistakes When those risks we need to take When all goes well were full of pride And thank the Lord that no one died If it goes the other way And one of us should fall that day Our pride is gone and filled with sorrow For one of us will have no tomorrow We remember how he did his best As we lay him in the ground to rest We fold the flag that laid there And gave it to his family with great care Back to the fire house we all go Trying not to hang our heads to low Some of us will cry and weep some of us will fall asleep Some of us will drop and pray For those who risk it all each day



The Creation Of The Firefighter When the Lord was creating fire fighters, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specification on this person? Firefighters have to be able to go for hours fighting fires or tending to a person that the usual everyday person would never touch, while putting in the back of their minds the circumstances. They have to be able to move at a second's notice and not think twice of what they are about to do, no matter what danger. They have to be in top physical condition at all times, running on half-eaten meals, and they must have six pairs of hands." The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way." "It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes a firefighter has to have." "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "One pair of eyes to see through the fire and where they and their fellow fire fighters should fight the fire next. The second pair here in the side of the head to see their fellow firefighters and keep them safe. And the third pair of eyes in the front so that they can look for the victims caught in the fire who need their help." "Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow." "I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can carry a 250-pound man down a flight of stairs to safety from a burning building, and can feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck." The angel circled the model of the fire fighter very slowly; "Can it think?" "You bet," said the Lord. "They can tell you the elements of a hundred fires and can recite procedures in their sleep that are needed to care for a person until they reach the hospital. And all the while they have to keep their wits about them. Fire fighters also have phenomenal personal control. They can deal with a scene full of pain and hurt, coaxing a child's mother into letting go of the child so that they can care for the child in need. And still they rarely get the recognition for a job well done from anybody, other than from fellow firefighters." Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the fire fighter. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "Lord, it's a tear. What's the tear for?" "It's a tear from bottled-up emotions for fallen comrades. A tear for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag. It's a tear for all the pain and suffering they have encountered. And it's a tear for their commitment to caring for and saving lives of their fellow man!" "What a wonderful feature. "Lord, you're a genius", said the angel. The Lord looked very somber at the angel and said, "I didn't put it there."


Time to Go to Work A downside of dating a fireman Is knowing the dangers of his career But mine gave me chance to see What we loved ones mostly fear He invited me to watch him work At a practice burn they'd planned And I wanted to see him in action So his job I would understand. When the firefighters all assembled They divided into teams My man was to lead some men Who seemed only in their teens. I noticed the way they looked at him With admiration and respect And he suddenly seemed much taller Standing so straight and perfectly erect. He looked so proud and serious His whole demeanor had changed And there was something more alluring In the glances we exchanged Small fires were started inside the house And it was fun watching them burn Teams traded off in putting them out And now it was his team's turn. Flames were dancing around the door He picked up his ax with a jerk He glanced back at his team and said "Boys, its time to go to work." The old house moaned and creaked Bending from the heat and flames My heart was pounding in my chest It was no longer fun and games. Although it was just for practice Those flames were hot and real And to walk right in amid them Took raw courage and nerves of steel. The fire was started upstairs this time And the climb up took a while Allowing time for the fire to grow Much more intense and vile. Outside, the flames were emerging From places no one seemed to expect The fire was getting out of control My thoughts, I couldn't collect. Would the second story hold? Can they make it back downstairs? I can't describe the fear and worry Nothing even compares. Just then the roof split open Right above where they should be The radios squawked the warnings If in time, remained to be seen. The roof turned the strangest color And flames shot up through the crack Here we feared they'd been warned too late But he had already pulled them back. Sometimes being a hero Isn't just putting the fire out Its not putting your team in danger When their safety is in doubt. He showed me on that day That dating this fireman has one perk I don't have to worry so much When my baby goes to work.


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What is a Fire Fighter? A Fire Fighter is a lonely man holding a midmorning watch with book in hand and a telephone within a split seconds reach. A darkened apparatus floor, a complicated alarm system, now silent, but perhaps within the next blink of en eye or turn of a page will scream out with the clanging of bells, the turning of gears, and the ticking of tape. What is as Fire Fighter? He is years of constant training that must guide him in every move once that Great Silver Bell again must exact "Awake ye from your beds! " Your heavy resting hearts within the sigh of an awakening must now beat with the strength of an athlete, a fighter, for a fighter you are. A fire fighter is a man responsible for thousands of dollars of equipment, and for the lives of his fellowmen he knows he must protect. He is a man constantly studying for promotions, not content that as a private he already represents leadership in the community. For a young girl or boy there is no doubt who he is. Yes he was the one who found time to smile down at them. From the top of his protective helmet to the bottoms of his steel reinforced boots he appeared to be a giant, "Get back!" he shouted, as he strained to move hundreds of pounds of water-filled hose only to disappear into a hell of smoke and heat. Are you worried about your smoking habits? The fire fighter must now inhale the truly king size of them all, three stories high and filled with foreign and domestic sofas, carpets, paints, and woods. The Tolls are great among these men, greater then almost every other occupation. The rewards; long hours, working weekends and holidays. He gives up time with his own family for the sake and safeguard of those who see only the superficial man and not the superman that perhaps he is. For this he is if only in the heart and mind of a child not blinded by the isms of life, but instead opened by a tear as his floppy-eared puppy responds to the carefully applied artificial respiration given to it by a combination doctor, fire fighter, truck driver and yes, maybe a superman. Perhaps that tear is the fire fighter's reward. Someday he too may shed a tear for a fallen comrade, silently praying that his own last alarm will herald the end to a glorious career through retirement, and not through death or injury. What is a fire fighter? Ask the people that he has helped in times of fire, flood, plane, car and boat disasters, accidents through carelessness or in times of war. When others walk away the fire fighter must now take on the responsibilities of saving lives and property. A giant, a superman, a constant vigil for the prevention of fire. Oh, to have the eyes and faith of a child, If only grown-ups were so blessed, the fire fighter's life would be the richest on earth.



We Go On You may bring down death and destruction from the skies, and yes, the tears of pain and loss now fill our eyes. You may destroy our buildings of stone, steel and glass, But the spirit of our people is something that will forever last. Your word is one of cowardliness, hate, contempt and death but in our suffering comes a strength that brings out our best. You can hide in your holes, ready to strike like a snake, but our hearts and souls are nothing that you will ever be able to take. Our brothers, sisters, parents and children may now be gone, But their love lives on in our hearts, a strong and vibrant song. Yes, you can attack us, hurt us, kill us and do us wrong, But the dreams of democracy and the American people will forever go on.



Angels of Battalion Number Nine There stands a firehouse in Manhatten Midtown, Where the brothers of Ladder 4 And Engine 54 guard their ground, Never have they been more filled with pride, A proud profession,never worrying about that next ride, But on that fateful day, the crews were not to know, The Lord had pulled the Last Alarm for them to go, With the alarm sounding,sirens screaming, brothers looking to the skies, Ladder 4 and Engine 54 will always have enough guys, For along with Chris,Bob and James or whoever is on the line, Ride Chief Ed and the Angels of Battalion Number Nine.



A Sacrifice So Dear Don't think on me with weeping eyes. With laughter honor me. Don't dwell upon my fight to live, but my pride and bravery. When firefighters give their lives even angels shed a tear. For as martyrs, saints and patriots it's a sacrifice so dear. The years we shared that firetruck, I taught you all I knew. And now I'm gone, you'll carry on. You know I'll always be with you. When firefighters give their lives, even angels shed a tear. For as martyrs, saints and patriots it's a sacrifice so dear. Oh brothers help my family. Tell them I'll be safe right here. There's a special call at heavens gate when firemen appear. So don't think on me with weeping eyes. With laughter honor me. Don't dwell upon my fight to live but my pride and bravery!



A Fireman's Little Girl I am very dedicated to my work. I wear firefighter shirts every day, even when Iím not on duty. The fire department is my second home, and my second family. It often seems as if my life revolves around the fire department, but it means nothing compared to my little girl. I am normally a very friendly person, but if you hurt my little girl you will make me mad. I know my little girl is growing up, even if I donít like it. She seems to like you, so Iíll tolerate you dating her, but here are a few things for you to think about while youíre with her: First of all, I go into burning buildings to save people that Iíve never even seen before, you canít imagine how protective I am of my little girl. I once broke a manís sternum by accident while doing CPR to save his life. If thatís how I help people what do you think I do when Iím pissed off? I investigate arson fires. I know exactly what clues to look for to prove it was arsonÖso I also know how to make sure nobody can tell how a fire started... and I know where you live. Remember Backdraft? Iíve worked more car accidents than youíll ever see, the sight of blood doesnít bother me one little bit. Itís normal for me to carry chainsaws, axes, and various other extremely sharp tools in my car..touch my little girl and me and you take a little ride. When we burn down a house for training, nobody ever looks in the closets. I use the jaws of life to tear doors off wrecked cars. They cut though solid metal like a hot knife through butter. So watch your paws or get the jaws. Sirens and air horns can really muffle the sounds of someone screaming. Most of my friends are cops, paramedics, or firefighters. WE ARE 911. If you make me mad who do you think youíre going to call for help? I have access to explosives. I am well trained in emergency medicine. I know exactly which arteries are the easiest to sever and which ones bleed the most. (remember all the sharp tools?) Even though my little girl insists that you are a ďnice guyĒ and not like most other guys, I know better. I was once your age, I know EXACTLY what youíre thinking. Because of that I already have plenty of reasons to not like you. It wouldnít take much at all to push me over the edge, and I just sharpened my axe. So if you want to date my little girl you better keep these things in mind. Fireman are protective by nature, and there is nothing we are more protective of than our little girls. Whenever you're alone with her, you better remember that someday you may be alone with me!




One more fire The alarm sounds, it's late at night. One more fire for us to fight. We jump out of bed, our clothes already on. Slide down the pole, and slip our bunker gear on. We leave the station, lights sirens and horns. We arrive on scene, and pull off our hose. How this hell fire started, nobody knows. We check all for injuries. Counting our blessings no one was hurt. The flames are extinguished, and our work is done. We head back to the station, and wait for the next fire run.



Heroes Cry I've always had a hero Even if he couldn't fly He is a firefighter Such a wonderful guy He would drive the engine Blow the horn and wave He'd even give us stickers When there wasn't a life to save I knew when I got older What I'd like to be A job as a firefighter Yep, that's the job for me I got older and years flew by My goal still in my heart I watched as they fought fires I couldn't wait to be a part One day I got my chance To help my heroes out I woke up on that morning To hear my mother shout I burst into tears When I heard a women say "Thousands of people are dead 343 Firefighters were lost today." I tried to dry my eyes And kissed my mom good bye I began to pack back my bags I couldn't watch them die. I called my two friends And we agreed to do all we could We found a ride, and braved a train We hoped to do some good. A police man stopped to ask us If we needed a ride We jumped into a van Not knowing what we'd find We drove until we reach the grounds That's when silence fell on us all I saw my heroes searching Thought mounds some thirty feet tall We helped our heroes out We washed wounds and nursed their colds As I washed their eyes I could see the pain that they hold We worked to keep them safe With a band aid or a pill We listened to them talk And took care of them when ill Then one day I took a walk With some band aids in a pouch I treated as I greeted I tried to mend each OUCH I walked into a tent To remember those who now were gone I read each name out loud Tears stopped me from going on. I collapsed to my knees Filled with fear, anger, and pain For some where deep inside I know nothing would be the same I cried and shook so hard I couldn't get myself to stand That's when if felt it on my back It was a hero's hand He helped me get on my feet And held me by his side We gazed at men's photos The men smiled with such pride I looked up at my hero His face was brown with dirt I looked into his eyes I could tell that they hurt His face was strong and tiered Which sort of showed his years Then a realized the lines Lines in dirt which came from tears As I stood there I held tightly Not wanting to let my hero go I didn't want my hero to cry I wished it wasn't so. And there stood deep in the night Deep inside a tent A hero and a teenage girl She knew who God had sent



I Married My Hero I married a quiet man I married a sincere man I married a good man I married a hard working man I married a man who some have cried over I married a man who some mourned over I married a man with many loves in his life I married a man with a very big family I married a man who has left me for others many times I married a very unselfish man I married a man who gives more and gets less back I married a man who does not expect a Thank you for a Job well done from anyone I married a man who will lay down his life to save yours I married a man who may not come home to me one day I married my HERO! I married a FIREFIGHTER


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Volunteer Firefighters Why do we do this as a volunteer? Where will we go when the next alarm bells ring? We work dilligently through pain and fear, And anticipate to some day earn our wings. Most common folks look at us and sneer. Flames could be coming from every opening in a building, Yet we won't take a break or quit until we hear the "All Clear" The heavy smoke and fumes will make your eyes smart and sting. When you do come out, there's no one there to cheer. Fame and glory this job will not bring, But we'd rather be no other place than right here. The next time you crawl through an unknown opening, And that tiny voice in your head you hear, Says, " You must be crazy to do this kind of thing." Keep your spirits high, and your faith in god near, For this scary and thankless job is never ending. We don't just sit around, "shoot the Breeze" and drink beer. Every day our lives are held together by a delicate string. We hold our family and friends as precious and dear, And hope someday to hear a chior of angels sing. With our last breath we will praise our peers, And know we lived our lives with a fling. Stop and think the next time you pop a flare, For a big old nasty wreck on the interstate, As you stand in the flashing red light's glare. Pray for this incident we are not too late. Sometimes the pain and suffering is too much to bear. Life dishes us up a very heavy and full plate, And to each scene the proper gear we must wear. Who remembers the last time we sat together as a family and ate? Sometimes we really need that big breath of fresh air. We will always hope and pray to someday meet St. Peter at the pearly gate. We dont do this job for fun, and we don't do it on a whim or a dare. All we want to do is make it to heaven, with a squeaky clean slate. We do this thankless job, because deep down inside we care. You couldn't pay us any amount of money at any rate. We only want a little kindess and to be treated fair. No of us knows what will be our true fate, And a "Thank You", is seldom and rare. Courage and pride are our most common trait. We will always come when called, and we are always there. To you my brothers and sisters I will state, "The last time you hear the siren's loud blare, God will be standing there with you, so don't be late."



Through the Eyes of a Firefighter Through these eyes I have seen the miracle of birth and also the tragedies of death. Through these eyes I have seen the path of destuction that a fire leaves behind. And also the rebuilding of the damage it has caused. Through these eyes I have seen the crumbled metal of a car accident and also the untouched body that sometimes comes walking out. Through these eyes I have seen the sadness of loved ones that helplessly stand by watching. And also the excitement when a rescue is successful and no one gets hurt. Through these eyes I have helped victims that I know and also ones that I have never seen before, while sometimes risking my own safety. Through these eyes I have seen a new life come into the world and a few hours later, one taken away. Through these eyes I have seen unprevoked attacks on innocent people and the look of evil in the eyes of the attacker. Through these eyes I have seen a mother praying for her childs life and also a family relieved that the fight for life was finally over. Through these eyes I have seen the fear in another Firefighters eyes when the ceiling above them collapses and also the relief when the fire was finally out. Through these eyes I have seen The fear in a Rookie's eyes when the building in front of him was just a ball of flames and the pride in his eyes when the fire was knocked down. Through these eyes I have seen fellow Firefighters joke around after a bad call just to get through it and also fellow Firefighters cry because they had just witnessed something no human being should have to see. Through these eyes I have seen the heartache and sadness in a human being, and also the pride and relief after a call goes well. Through these eyes I have seen Firefightes run into a situation that everyone else was running out of. Through these eyes I have seen a victim start to fade away and then be brought back, and also ones that never had a chance. I'm not quite sure why, but my eyes were made by god to see awful things yet sometimes see miracles that everyone only dreams of seeing. So whatever his plan may be, I am very proud of what I do and I wouldn't trade it for the world.



I Want To Tell You Lies I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight I don't want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside I want to say you'll be OK, I want to tell you lies You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive Don't make me tell you they're all dead, I want to tell you lies I want to say she'll be OK, you didn't take her life I hear you say you love her and you'd never hurt your wife You thought you didn't drink too much, you thought that you could drive I don't want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time How could she have fell from there? You thought she couldn't climb I want to say her neck's not broke, that she will be just fine I don't want to say she's paralyzed, I want to tell you lies I want to tell this teen his buddies didn't die in vain Because he thought that it'd be cool to try to beat that train I don't want to tell him this will haunt him all his life I want to say that he'll forget, I want to tell him lies You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun Now you want me to undo the damage that's been done You tell me she's your only child, you say she's only five I don't want to say she wont see six, I want to tell you lies He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone It was only for a second that you left him there alone If you let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive But I don't want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn And we couldn't get them out of there before the whole thing burned Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive But I don't want to say those words, I want to tell you lies But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you, You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you lies