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| A FIREFIGHTER'S PRAYER When I am called to duty, God Whenever flames may rage, Give me the 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 hand My children and my wife. |
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| This page is dedicated to the men and women who serve everyday with their local fire department. This page is also dedicated to one particular fire company. My Fire Department.... Grangeville Fire Company #49-2 |
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| There are alot of great things that can be said about a firefighter. They are selfless, they give up time and risk their lives everyday. On the occasion that a firefighter is told "Thank- you for a job well done," it is said to be "all in a days work" or "Its my job." |
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| Gone But Not Forgotten by Firefighter James Price Jefferson Parish Fire Department "Hey mom,!" He yelled from the attic door, "What's these old heavy boots and hard hat for?" With a lump in her throat and a tear stained cheek, His mother swallowed and started to speak. "Come here my son," his mother said, "There's things to tell when I clear my head." The past raced madly through her mind; She searched her heart, the words to find. At last she sighed and rubbed his hair, And the words that followed I'd like to share. "Those boots and hat," she said with pride, "Were worn by a man with grit inside. He wore them to help people in need, Though facing danger, would never concede. Many a time in the dead of the night, He jumped in those boots and flashed out of sight. To answer a call and not knowing for sure What danger or heartache he may have to endure. Your father, my son, was not like most dads, It was mainly because of the job that he had. His life was devoted to all of mankind, And just why he choose it, is not clear in my mind. I've often regretted the life that we led, When every third night I was alone in our bed. But your mother is proud to say she was a part Of a man who possessed such a courageous heart. Though, for all his discomfort and all of his pain The time he spent here was never in vain. So the memories I've kept and the love I will save Are small consolations for the life that he gave. Your father's days here made other's seem brighter, For your father, my son, was a Firefighter." |
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