What is a Fireman? 

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 the guy like you and me with warts and worries and unfulfilled dreams

Yet he stands taller than most of us

He’s a fireman

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 man who saves lives because he has seen too much death

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 of brave men

The divine peace and selfless service 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.