My prayers go out to all lost in the fire and their families. God bless all.
Firefighters they are a breed of their own. They work long
days and sleep short nights. They go for hours sometimes days on end with only a
precious little bit of sleep.
Yet they do their job well and voluntarily.
A firefighter can quit at any time, no one is there looking
over our shoulder telling us we can’t quit, but we don’t quit in spite of that.
And when you ask one of us why, there is a pause and then an “I don’t really
know” or, “I can’t really put my finger on it”. The only way I can describe it
is a feeling deep in your gut that you can’t ignore, something there telling you
that this is what you are here to do.
A group may enter a department for no reason at all, just
looking for something to do, but of that group one or two will get their first
taste of fire and realize that this is in their heart, and they will do it until
they are physically unable to.
Then there are those who grew up with firefighter dads and
found something magical about the way he would go off Tuesday and come back
Friday with a tired look on his face but with a certain gleam of pride in his
eye that told you he loved what he was doing. Or when he’d go off in the middle
of the night at the sound of his pager and come back later that day with that
same gleam in his eye. Despite utter exhaustion.
Some say that firemen are just thrill-seekers, looking for a
quick rush. Others, those who have experienced them first hand say they are
warriors. They come at a moments notice and seem to stare down at the fire; they
trample on the dance floor of the devil wearing the boots of god.
These reasons are all merely speculations, nobody will ever
know what makes a fireman a fireman, but one thing is for sure, the men who
don’t abuse the power respect others, and love the job for what it is. They are
firemen night and day.
They are the true firemen of the world; they are the public
servants and protectors of the innocent.