My Father was a Fireman. He drove a big red truck and when he'd go to work each day He'd say "Mother wish me luck." Then Dad would not come home again 'Til sometime the next day. But the thing that bothered Me the most was the thing's some folks would say, " A Fireman's life is easy, He eats and sleeps and plays, and sometimes He won't fight a fire for days and days." When I first heard these words I was to young to understand But I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a hand. Then my Father went to work one day and kissed us all goodby But little did we realize that night we all would cry. My Father lost his life that night when the floor gave way below and I'd wondered why He's give his life for someone he did not know. But now I truely realize the greatest gift a man can give is to lay his life upon the line so that someone else might live. So as we go from day to day and we pray to GOD above. Say a prayer for your local Fireman. He may say the one's you love. Author: Unknown

Brother when you weep for me Remember that it was meant to be Lay me down and when you leave Remember I'll be at your sleeve In every dark and choking hall I'll be there as you slowly crawl On every roof in driving snow I'll hold your coat and you will know In cellars hot with searing heat At window where a gate you meet In closets where young children hide You know I'll be there at your side The house from which I now respond Is over staffed with heroes gone Men who answered on last bell Did the job and did it well As firemen we understand That death's a card dealt in our hand A card we hope we never play But one we hold there anyway That card is something we ignore As we crawl across a weakened floor For we know that we're the only prayer For anyone that might be there So remember as you wipe your tears The joy I knew throughout the years As I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through.

IN MEMORY OF ALL OUR FALLEN BROTHERS!!