By Anonymous

Not many people remember us, Not many people care,
Unless a life is saved or lost, While we are fighting there.
We learn to respect the fire we fight, And even love it too,
In order to end its destructive path,
It’s what we train to do.
There are many who can’t comprehend,
Why we love the things they fear.
We’re the first they call in their time of need,
It’s the reason why we’re here.
The next alarm might make us proud,
And heroes of same kind,
Or maybe it will be our last, In service to mankind.
But whatever fate may bring us,
It doesn’t change our hearts.
We’re Firefighters to the end. We’ll always do our part.

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