JukEboXAuDiO
11th September 2008, 03:07 PM
For This 2008 9-11 Remembrance day I chose to post a poem written by a fellow fire fighter to those who lost their lives. Please use this thread to post your views, ideas, and memories about those of 9-11 and please keep the flaming to a minmum.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/ddrcrazy/Banners/911.png
He's the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy.
He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.
He's a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfillied dreams.
Yet he stands taller than most of us.
He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.
A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.
He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control.
He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.
He's a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life - hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers - a warm bed for bone
and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie for brave man - the divine peace and selfless serice of a job well
done in the name of all men.
He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.
When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.
He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.
He lives it.
-Anonymous
Never Forget. Ask Questions; Demand Answers.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v199/ddrcrazy/Banners/911.png
He's the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy.
He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.
He's a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfillied dreams.
Yet he stands taller than most of us.
He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.
A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.
He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control.
He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.
He's a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life - hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers - a warm bed for bone
and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie for brave man - the divine peace and selfless serice of a job well
done in the name of all men.
He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.
When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.
He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.
He lives it.
-Anonymous
Never Forget. Ask Questions; Demand Answers.