The last alarm

by Jim Martinez paff - submitted by C.R Mueggenborg.
volunteer firefighter Okarche, Ok
My father was a fireman He drove a big red truck
And when he went to work each night He'd say "mother, wish me luck" 
Then dad would not come home again Till sometime the next day
But the thing that bothers me most Was the things some folks would say
A fireman's life is easy He eats sleeps and plays
And sometimes he doesn't fight a fire For days and days and days
When I first heard these comments I was too young to understand
Cause I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a helping hand
Then my father went to work one day And he kissed us all goodbye
But little did we realize That night we all would cry
My father gave his life one night When the floor gave way below
And I wondered why he'd risk his life For someone he didn't know
But now I realize the greatest gift A man can ever give
Is to lay his life upon the line So that someone else may live
So as we go from day to day And we pray to god above
Say a prayer for your local fireman He may save the ones you love


Dedicated to the children of the firefighters who died in the line of duty