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INTO
Donning his helmet
As he goes off to fight
The blazing fire
Into the night.
Pulse racing
As he rushes inside
Squinting-trying to focus
Not knowing what he might find.
Feeling around through the darkness
Trying to steady his breath
Could this be what is feels like?
When the time comes to face death?
Ears are alert
To each crackling sound
"More water" he calls
Something he has found.
Off in the corner
\something is there
Getting closer-what can it be?
My angel's waiting here for me.
Smoke is billowing
The structure's caving in
Another hero is lost
Though found salvation in Him.
Christina M. Lovell
RUSH
Two am tones go off
fast asleep
woke by a siren
on your feet.
sirens blaring
you're enroute
this is what
fire fighting
is all about.
rush out to your truck
flip on your light.
wife inside watching
as you slip into the night.
Christina M. Lovell
Thoughts Of A Volunteer Fireman
SFFD
The
man who wrote this is Curly Musgrave who lives in Lake
Arrowhead. He wrote the poem after the Firestorm 2003
experience. He is a world-reknown poet and musician, and
this poem is absolutely awesome.
Bonds that even death can't separate.
WTC May 30, 2002 The
bell has been tolled…. The
silence runs deep… Heads
bowed in respect… Hearts
silently weep… A
salute of honor… With
sorrow filled tears… The
long lonely walk… The
future; lost years… Flags
fly at half-mast… Black
drapes rent the air… Remembered,
lost heroes… Heavy
hearts are laid bare… A
nation is mourning… A
city’s pain is felt deep… Though
the gates have been closed… Many
hearts… still weep… Gone…but,
Never Forgotten… September
11, 2001 Jesse
Lea Coy 0230.05 May
30 10:25 am – 10:45 am
Continue
On Wherever
you may go… Whatever
you may find… Remember
who you are… a
man that’s good and kind… No
matter what you think… there
are those that will agree… That
you’re a special someone… and
forever will you be… Although
the road looks long… with
many turns and bends… I’ll
stand beside you always… on
this road to help you mend… I
want your heart to heal… even
though ‘now’ seems so grim… I
pray one day a light will come… and
the pain will start to dim… You
will never forget… the
brothers lost to you… But,
to continue living on for them… is
what I hope you choose… Jesse
Lea Coy 0122.12 December 22 Fallen Heroes
I received an email, with the idea of sending cards to New York City Firemen, through a friend.
I wanted everyone to know how much this email touched me,
as I was in NYC (October 2001) and visited with some "very special friends" ...
New York City Firemen (FDNY)
The death and destruction are more than any one person should have to see in one lifetime.
The pain, ...unbearable. Recovering the bodies of their fallen brothers, their heads bowed,
their hearts breaking, their hollowed eyes cry few too many tears.
They know that tomorrow will bring more of the same...recovery, memorials, ... and heartache.
But, true to form...the FDNY continues on. They still have other fires to fight in the city.
Rescuing those in need involved in auto accidents.
Reuniting a little girl with her kitten...being a father/mother, a husband/wife... a friend...
They save souls on a daily basis, and ask for nothing in return.
They are truly angels that live among us. And, I pray that I never lose sight of that belief.
I strive every day for the courage they display without any thought to themselves.
A truth, I continually seek.
They do not ask, "Who lives there, a drug dealer or the CEO of a Fortune 500 Corporation?"
No. As I heard from my friends, more than once, they are 'just doing their job'.
They "seek" the source. As we run away.... they run towards possible death....
At times, ... their own....
I am truly humbled by such individuals.
Being in New York City reminded me that firemen have always 'done their jobs'.
There are many others around the world just like them,
that are now included in my thoughts daily.
Never again,
will I forget all that they do for us, ...and stand for...
I feel blessed that none of the FDNY guys that I know perished in this horrendous tragedy.
But, someone I hold close to my heart, lost many good friends.
One such young hero was from his own firehouse.
Another missing/presumed dead fire fighting brother was a member of Rescue 3.
Left behind, are a wife, children,
fire fighting brothers, and many, many friends.
Left behind,... the empty spaces where they once stood ....
I had the honor to be asked, to attend the memorial service of the fallen FDNY,
who was a part of Rescue 3. I wanted to go. As I live in Kentucky, I feel a little helpless,
a little overwhelmed with the enormity of what has transpired.
It was such a small request,
and it allowed me the opportunity to show my deepest sympathies to his wife and children,
... for giving him to us.
So little, for all that they gave...
I wanted to be there, to stand beside his family, his fire fighting brothers,
his friends, ...he had stood beside us.
My soul cried more than I thought possible, ... that day,
when the loss of such a man, ... became a reality.
A man I had never known, ... and can only now wish, that I had.
Standing there in recognition for all that he (and those that fell beside him)
believed in..... what they gave their lives for, ...for everyone they left behind....
I felt so small.
To The Fallen Heroes of September 11, 2001...
No words can describe the great sadness that fills my heart. There are no words that aptly express the gratitude, the admiration, I feel for each you. All of you, placed more worth upon our souls, than you placed upon your own....
For
Bear – L29 FDNY Your
eyes have seen the horror… Your
heart has held no peace. Your
hands have found lost brothers… Your
soul, silently weeps. Though
there is anguish in their passing… You’ve
carried home a father or son. You’ve
brought closure to their families… I
hold pride for all you have done. Please… Know
that these words come from my heart… I
know that your pain is too real. And
many are the tears I have cried for you… O’er
the sadness your soul feels. Though
there is anguish from their passing… You’ve
carried home a father or son… You’ve
given solace to those left behind… I
hold pride for all you have done.
Jesse
Lea Coy 0122.11 November
22
ANGEL
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