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What is a fireman?
They’re the person next door.
Someone with a sharp, childhood memory who never got over the excitement of engines, sirens, smoke. and danger.
Someone like you and me with warts, worries, and unfulfilled dreams.
Yet they stand taller than most of us because they‘re a fireman. They put it all on the line when the bell rings.
They savor life having seen too much death.
They’re a gentle sole having witnessed the awesome force of violence out of control.
They’re responsive to a child’s laughter because their arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.
They appreciates the simple pleasures of life…hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers…the flush of fresh air pumping through smoke and fire-convulsed lungs…a warm bed for bones and muscles compelled beyond feeling…the divine peace of selfless service for a job well done.
They don’t wear buttons, wave flags, or shout obscentities and, when they march, it is to honor a fallen comrade.
They don’t preach the brotherhood of mankind…They live it!!!