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    A Firefighters Gloves hold many things
    From elderly arms to a kids broken swing
    From the hands they shake and the backs they pat
    To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat
    At 2 am they are filled with the chrome
    From the DWI who was on her way home
    And the equipment they use to roll back the dash
    From a family of 6 she involved in the crash

    The brush rakes in spring wear the palms out
    When the wind does a "90" to fill them with doubt
    The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow
    Of the face of a firefighter who mutters "What now?"

    They hold inch and three quarters flowing one seventy five
    So the ones going in, come back out alive
    When the regulator goes; then there isn't too much,
    But the bypass valve they eagerly clutch

    The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars;
    The lives that they save never measured in dollars
    Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold
    Or, so that is what I've been always told

    But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch
    Those are the things we all need so much

    They hold back the rage on that 3 am call
    They hold in the fear when your lost in a hall
    They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow
    They hold in the desire to "Do it tomorrow"

    A gloves just a glove till it's on a firefighter
    Who'll work all day long just to pull an all-nighter
    And into the fray they charge without fear
    At the sound of a "Help" they think that they hear

    When firefighters hands go into the glove
    It's a firefighter who always fills it with love
    Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear
    And it seeps the glove and burns deep "in there"

    Off comes the gloves when the call is done
    And into the pocket until the next run
    The hands become lonely and cold for a bit
    And shake just a little thinking of it

    And they sit there so red eyed with their gloves in their coats
    The tears come so fast that the furniture floats
    They're not so brave now; their hands they can't hide
    I guess it just means that they're human inside

    And though some are paid and others are not
    The gloves feel the same when it's cold or it's hot
    To someone you're helping to just get along
    When you fill them with love, you always feel strong

    And so when I go on my final big ride
    I hope to have my gloves by my side
    To show to St. Peter at that heavenly gate
    Cause as everyone knows, firefighters don't wait.

    Thank God.

    Let us never, ever forget those of us that have gone before us in the line of duty. Because those brave souls have given all, it is up to us to always keep them alive in our hearts and our memories.

    FTM-PTB-EGH http://www.geocities.com/midamericafools

    [This message has been edited by Jolly Roger (edited 06-19-2001).]


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        what more is there to say??

        Newtown Fire Association
        Station 45


        • #19
          Two funerals today. FFs Fahey and Ford were laid to rest. The long distance award, from what I saw goes to Rio Degenaro (sp?) Brazil. Rumor has it, London, England was represented today.

          To the brothers and sisters from: Troy, LA, SFFD, Seattle, Boston, Detroit, Toronto, Danbury, Tampa (nice uniforms), Miami, Philly, Baltimore... the list goes on, you showed us and the families what brotherhood is all about. THANK YOU!

          And to the brothers from Long Island, the turnout, the buses and above all the arches and honor guards enroute to the cemeteries were noticed and appreciated by all who past.

          Again I'll say, ABOVE ALL ELSE, HONOR!


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              SEE YA' @ THE BIG ONE!


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