Last Call |
A tribute to our Brothers lost on September 11, 2001
As smoke and heat diminished from the mangled steel and
glass, the hope of rescue workers faded in and out so fast.
these hero's of our nati... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 06:51:00 PST |
Creation of a Firefighter |
The Creation of the Firefighterby "Author Unknown"When the Lord was creating Firefighters, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "Your doing a lot of fiddling around o... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 11:42:00 PST |
I Wish |
I wish you could know what it is like to search a burning bedroom fortrapped children at 3 AM, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your w... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 11:38:00 PST |
Who Are Firefighters |
Firefighters Are..... Firefighters are those crazy people who run into a burning building when all others are running out.Firefighters are those people who wake up in the middle of the night to help a... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 11:36:00 PST |
I'm a Modren Man |
"Im a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. Ive been up linked and dow... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 08:30:00 PST |
Firefighter Down |
The tones go outIn the middle of the night.The firefighter respondsThere's a fire to fight.The apparatus rollsAs the crew gets readyThe Officer's on the radio.The driver holds it steady.As the truck d... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 09:03:00 PST |
Ambition |
I have no ambition in this world but one, and that is to be a firefighter The position may, in the eyes of some, appear to be a lowly one; but we who know the work which the firefighter has to do b... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 05:31:00 PST |
REMBERING A FIREFIGHTER |
"Hey Mom!" he yelled from the attic door
"What's these old 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" h... Posted by Holy Crip Hes A Crapple on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 08:54:00 PST |