| He's the guy next door - a mans man with the memory of a little boy |
| Gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger |
| He's a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams |
| Yet he stands taller than most of us |
| HE'S A FIREFIGHTER |
| He puts it all on the line when the bell rings |
| A firefighter is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men |
| He's a man who saves lives because he has seen to much death |
| He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control |
| He's responsive to a Childs laughter because his arms have |
| Held too many small bodies that will never laugh again |
| He's 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 honour a fallen comrade |
| He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man. he lives it |
| Author Unknown. |