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Heís the guy next door - a manís man with the memory of a little boy.

He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.

Heís a guy like you and me with warts and worries and unfulfilled dreams.
Yet he stands taller than most of us.

Heís a fireman.

He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.

A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.

Heís a man who saves lives because he has seen too much death.

Heís a gentle man because he has seen the awesome
power of violence out of control.

Heís responsive to a childís laughter because his arms have held
too many small bodies that will never laugh again.

Heís a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life -
hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers - a warm bed for bone
and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie of brave men -
the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men.

He doesnít wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.

When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.

He doesnít preach the brotherhood of man.

He lives it.

               Author Unknown