you ever been called a Probee? Or
Rookie? They're both the same.
Or bragged of being a fireman, your only claim to fame.
Ever returned from a run at midnight, tired and wet and cold,
knowing it's time to clean the trucks; a tradition from days of old.
Our world is full of traditions; like saying Grace at noon;
a fire parade in October- in the light of a harvest moon;
Visiting children at schools- our chest pushed out with pride;
letting them blow the siren or even take a ride.
But this job's not all glory. There’s a dark and gloomy side:
of homes and memories burning, and loved ones trapped inside.
You pray you are successful in easing someone's pain.
But often things are lost, you never can regain.
When a fireman's duty calls him from this life,
and the flag that draped his casket, is presented to his wife;
And when the bell is sounded, five by five by five,
and God's taken another hero's name, out of the book of life;
Just remember, it's tradition! From day one you can depend,
that Comrades, Friends and Brothers stand with you to the end.
Written by; G.A. Edwards the third A fire chief in HI.