i just cant let this thread die so heres a poem i like.
My Brother has fallen,
No I don't know his name,
We have not the same parents,
Yet family all the same.
He lives in this town,
I live in another,
But it doesn't matter,
For this man is my brother.
My Brother, I call him, yet I have never seen his face,
For I have Brothers and Sisters all over the place.
For I am a Firefighter and our families are one,
A tradition passed down, from father to son.
Around the world, a brotherhood of unity,
A closeness, a bond, most people don't see.
I'll watch his back, and he'll watch mine,
"I'll go, you go," time after time.
His family is my family, and my family theirs,
We're part of a family, where everyone cares.
I'll look after your kids, please check in on my wife,
If the day should come, when I lay down my life.
We dedicate our lives, to helping our fellow man,
Living day after day doing all that we can.
Wherever we're needed, be it nighttime or day,
To save someone's life, we'll step in harm's way.
My Brother has fallen, doing what he loved best,
And among the honored, he stands with the rest.
For a mile, in dress uniform, here everyone stands,
For my Brother has fallen God, into your hands.