| CALL WAITING I'm laying in the darkness, I cannot fall asleep. I wonder where my husband is, I wish he'd call or beep. I saw him leave this morning, the black boots on his feet. He said he had to run now, and I know he's on the street. You'll know him when you see him, his truck is very loud. He has no time to stop now, he doesn't want a crowd. A caller said "Please hurry!" Come quickly if you will. A young man with a motorbike is laying very still. A mother calls in anguish, her child limp and blue. HURRY! Come, I need you! I don't know what to do. I hear his key turning, he's coming in the door. I hear him drop his boots, then footsteps on the floor. I hear him in the kitchen, I can tell from his walk, He'll soon com and wake me, and ask if we can talk. We'll sit out in the moolight, and listen to the night. He talks about a shooting, a streetgang in a fight. A car crash, a drowning, a small child hurt at play. The things he needs to talk about, the things he did today. The old, the sick, the injured, some so very small. He did all he could to help them, he answered every call. Every day he has a mission, he knows it in his heart. He does everything he can and always does his part. If you are sick or injured and you need to reach my Hon, I can tell you how to reach him, his number is....911. A Firefighter's Wife. |
| I AM A FIREMAN'S WIFE The table's set, the meal's prepared our guests will soon arrive My husband once more disappears with a hope of keeping a child alive While waiting at home alone, our plans have gone awry My first impule is merely to sit right down and cry But soon again I realize the importance of my life When I agreed to take on the duties of being a fireman's wife While there are many drawbacks, I'll take them in my stride Knowing "my Daddy saved a life" our children can say with pride The gusting winds and raging flames may be his final fate But with God's help I can remain my fireman's faithful wife. |
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| This picture was taken after giving a demonstration of the jaws of life. |
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| One of the toughest job's I have is that of being the wife of a firefighter. I've posted some poems's related to some of the stuff us wives have experienced.. Stuff like preparing dinner for guests only to turn around and have your hubby disappear on you... ha ha you got it, he left to respond to a call. Nothing though can explain the look on a firefighter's face after a really bad call and by that I mean the out come of the alarm isn't a good one. A perfect example is the look on the firefighter's faces after 9/11/2001, a day that firefighter families will NEVER forget as well as America. |