My father was a fireman.

                          He drove a big red truck.

                     And when he'd go to work each day

                      he'd say, "mother wish me luck".

                   Then Dad would not come home again

                         'til some time the next day.

                   But the thing that bothered me the most

                    was the thing's some folks would say,

                          "A fireman's life is easy,

                        he eats and sleeps and plays,

                     and sometimes he won't fight a fire

                             for days and days".

                       When I first heard these words

                       I was too young to understand

                    but I knew when people had trouble,

                        Dad was there to lend a hand.

                    Then my father went to work one day

                        and he kissed us all goodbye

                           but little did we realize

                         that night we all would cry.

                       My father lost his life that night

                       when the floor gave way below

                  and I'd wondered why he'd risked his life

                        for someone he did not know.

                           But now I truly realize

                       the greatest gift a man can give

                        is to lay his life upon the line

                       so that someone else might live.

                        So as we go from day to day

                         and we pray to God above

                     Say a prayer for your local fireman.

                       He may save the one's you love.

  Carved in stone at the National Monument for Fallen Firefighters Colorado Springs,Co.
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