To fight a fire is a battle not lost,
to rescue a family whatever the cost.
To walk from the ashes in a body unscathed
is worth every moment and every life that we save.
The respect of a brother on his final call
is a respect worth giving everything, your all.
The footsteps you're taking is the path they lead,
the knowledge they gave you is something you need.
So raise your hand to your hat in a final goodbye,
forever in peace brother I shall hope you lie.
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This poem was created in memory of firefighters that started the foundations that firefighting came from. It stemmed from the overwhelming attendance of firefighters at a funeral for an ex-chief, ex-fire marshal, and founder of the local fire training center who dedicated many years to the fire service.