The sirens wail out in the night,
another structure fire,
or tangled mass of bodies and steel.
The scene is tragic, the devastation real.

From out of the darkness they come,
with no thoughts of the risks
they face every time.
Their dedication only to save life and home.

People gather round,
a morbid curiosity it's true.
It seems these men and women
are putting on a show for
the cold, the callous, the few.

Do they realize the cost,
as they stand there and watch?
That all the suffering and pain
they watch with almost a glee,
is costing these men and women
far more than they will ever see.

Have they any idea,
when this day is done
these proud men and women
will know a sadness deep
down to the bone.

The horrors they've seen,
the pain they endure,
no one but their comrades
know for sure.

They are the heroes
that risks their lives,
to keep us all safe and,
insure our tomorrows.

They rescue the babies,
the young and the old,
give of themselves,
for these heroes are bold.

When the fires are extinguished,
the victims removed,
the extrications successful,
their bravery has been proved.

Some give the ultimate with their lives,
yet their comrades go on,
their spirit never dies.

These are the heroes,
the proud and the brave.
True to themselves,
to God on high,
to the oath they once gave.

They are the Unsung Heroes,
and let it be known,
these proud men and women
are the finest, the bravest,
they are our own.

~written by~
Lilly

Thank you for the sacrifices you make,
for the courageous efforts no matter the odds.
It is well past time you were recognized.
The courage and bravery you display,
is beyond comprehension and I want to thank you all.
I know the cost,
the scars you bear, not only outwardly,
but on your soul.
Without your bravery,
we would be nothing at all.
God Bless you all.

~Lilly~