Reply With QuoteThere's a couple of them out there. Which one were ya looking for?
Someone on here posted a Fire Fighter poem. I tried a search and couldnt find it.
If the member who posted the poem reads this can ya post it again.
Thanks,
Windy
There's a couple of them out there. Which one were ya looking for?
I posted this a while back. Don't know if it is the one or not.
"I Wish You Could Know"
(Wish I could claim to have written this.
Unfortunately, I didn't.....and have no idea
who did).
I wish you could know what it is like to search a
burning bedroom for trapped children at 3 AM, flames
rolling above your head, your palms and knees
burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your
weight as the kitchen below you burns.
I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 6 in
the morning as I check her husband of 40 years for a
pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to
bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late.
But wanting his wife and family to know everything
possible was done to try to save his life.
I wish you knew the unique smell of burning
insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the
feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear,
the sound of flames crackling, the eeriness of being
able to see absolutely nothing in dense
smoke-sensations that I've become too familiar with.
I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a
building fire "Is this false alarm or a working
fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards
await me? Is anyone trapped?" or to call, "What is
wrong with the patient? Is it minor or
life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress
or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?"
I wish you could be in the emergency room as a
doctor pronounces dead the beautiful five-year old
girl that I have been trying to save during the past
25 minutes. Who will never go on her first date or
say the words, "I love you Mommy" again.
I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the
cab of the engine, squad, or my personal vehicle,
the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the
pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air
horn chain, as you fail to yield the right-of-way at
an intersection or in traffic.
When you need us however, your first comment upon
our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get
here!"
I wish you could know my thoughts as I help
extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains
of her automobile. "What if this was my daughter,
sister, my girlfriend or a friend? What were her
parents reaction going to be when they opened the
door to find a police officer with hat in hand?"
I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the
back door and greet my parents and family, not
having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not
come back from the last call.
I wish you could know how it feels dispatching
officers, firefighters and EMT's out and when we
call for them and our heart drops because no one
answers back or to here a bone chilling 911 call of
a child or wife needing assistance.
I wish you could feel the hurt as people verbally,
and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what
I do, or as they express their attitudes of "It will
never happen to me.
I wish you could realize the physical, emotional and
mental drain or missed meals, lost sleep and forgone
social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my
eyes have seen.
I wish you could know the brotherhood and
self-satisfaction of helping save a life or
preserving someone's property, or being able to be
there in time of crisis, or creating order from
total chaos.
I wish you could understand what it feels like to
have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking,
"Is Mommy okay?" Not even being able to look in his
eyes without tears from your own and not knowing
what to say.
Or to have to hold back a long time friend who
watches his buddy having CPR done on him as they
take him away in the Medic Unit. You know all along
he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation that I
have become too familiar with.
Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you
will never truly understand or appreciate who I am,
we are, or what our job really means to us...I wish
you could though.
* author unknown *
Damn Phebus. What'd you have to go and post that for
Seriously, I've never seen that one. Kinda got to me.
MissHBJet - here's another one for ya I found
A Fireman's Prayer
When I am called to duty, God,
Whenever flames may rage;
Give me strength to save some life,
Whatever be its age.
Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an older person
From the horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout,
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling
And to give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect his property.
And if, according to my fate,
I am to lose my life,
Please bless with your protecting
My children and my wife.
- Author Unknown
Yes Phebus thats it...thanks so much!
I like yours to Clown.
Tell ya what phebus,,,get him to do it for free and I`ll really like that fireman. Sounds to me like he`s either cryin` or complainin` or both. If he`s lookin` for me to kiss his ass I ain`t. I`d really think he was a hero if he did it for free.
Don`t feel too bad people. Got 3 friends that a firemen and one friend who`s dad is the Super! They all get great benefits and pretty damn good pay. Oh and by the way, I think on the app they ask wether or not you are willing to put your life on the line for complete strangers.
I`m not asking for anyone to hail me for being a vet. I knew what I was doing. I really liked getting paid, getting laid, and not getting in trouble with the cops cause I was spending your tax money and mine. Ah yes, the life of a US service man.
Hey Hoss, get a clue!! :idea:
Phebus,just ignore him maybe he will go away.:yuk:
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