The pager makes it's beeping noise,
The scanner comes to life.
You see excitement on his face,
As he goes off to fight.
Regardless what you're doing,
Or whatever the current plan,
All you hear is "Later Hon,"
As he gets those keys in hand.
You say a little prayer,
That God will keep him safe,
That with all the pride and bravery,
No one will make a mistake.
You know those men are brothers,
And fiercely will protect,
The lives of eachother and others--
They will truly give their best!
You and your family,
Are both loyal and true,
You keep eachother company,
Waiting for him to return to you.
And when the front door opens,
With "Honey I'm home" again,
You thank the Lord he's back OK,
Your brave and strong fireman.
--Author Unknown
As the engines race by, I felt chills up my spine,
For there, in full turnout, rode that man of mine.
The weather was stormy; all rainy and slick,
It's a mystery to many what make these men tick.
My mind soon wandered, as I thought of the worse,
Hope it's soon over, and no one is hurt.
Turned on the radio; tried to stay calm,
Then heard: "Fire truck crashes answering alarm!"
"O Mercy! Have Mercy! Dear Heaven above,
Let nothing happen to that man I love!"
My prayers were soon answered, with a call from the Chief,
"Don't worry," he said, "there's no need for grief."
Your man is O.K. ~ nothing hurt but our pride...
Some fool and a false alarm!" His voice rang bitter inside.
So brave are the men who can meet the demand,
For this LABOR OF LOVE, only they understand.
