It's September 11th, and firemen everywhere in the city. A pod of them rode on the train with me for a long time this morning. They were 8 incredibly jolly, good-natured, clean-spoken buddies. The youngest looked about 18, the oldest about 60, and most of the time they teased one another about how lost they were in life without their wives.
I've passed even more on the street, all in full blues. I'm sure there are memorials everywhere. "What would happen if there was a fire today?" a friend asked me. "We'd be great," I said. "Everyone's on duty!"
I <3 you, brave fire people of New York. I cry for you and the friends you lost a little every single time I walk by one of your firehouses and the red door is rolled up so I can see your commemoration plaques, murals, or wall paintings. But I'm also so glad for you that at least your families don't have to sit down to dinner without you tonight.
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You would like this story, then. Made me cry!
http://thepioneerwoman.com/2008/09/of_mike_and_firemen.html
Nicely said, Moonie.
Every year since the first anniversary, my kids and I have made cookies and taken them to the firehouse, police sub station and the ER to say thank you. I remind my children that for every one bad person willing to fly a plane into a building, there are hundreds waiting to risk their lives to help people out. We'd just come back from our deliveries today when I saw your post. Just wanted to say, from all the way down here in Texas, us too!
Excellent post. Firefighters and policemen should all be touted on this day.
We have a new memorial down here at the Pentagon. Today The Washington Post did a special section devoted to the remembrance. Very moving.
It is very possible that you may just be the perfect demographic for this, then.
:-)
Amen! That was truly lovely.
When we needed them, they were there.
very nicely said.
Aw, written, that made me cry too.
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