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 The call comes in,
 Pagers go off
 Headlights cut
 the darkness of early morning
 
 
 
 Dressed in
 yellow orange bands
 around Black boots,
 
 
 
 Airpacks,
 Red trucks
 Lights flashing
 sirens crying
 
 
 
 
   
 
 They are on their way,
 Four arms,
 Two minds
 thinking
 working as one
 
 
 
 A silent prayer
 
 
 
 keep Him safe,
 keep Her safe
 
 
 
 The Lord watches
 over them again
 
 
 
 Soaked to the skin,
 Tired to the bone
 
 
 
 Once again
 on the way Home.
 
 
 
 I wrote this for Teresa and Frank
 it was just a way for a Mother
 to show Her pride
 in Her Daughter and Son-In-Law.
 
 
 
 Ginny (Mom) ^A^
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
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