Dedicated to the brothers and sisters who have made the ultimate sacrifice.
Firefighting Brotherhood
Lt. Scott Mumm Worcester, MA New York, NY Charleston, SC
Mendota Fire 12-03-99 9-11-2001 6-18-2007
10-29-07
Firefighter Lawrence A. Ponsetti
Spring Valley, IL
9-19-1961
FIREFIGHTERS PRAYER
When I am called to duty, God
Wherever flames may rage
Give me strength to save a life
Whatever be its age.
Let me embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an older person from
The horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout,
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling
To give the best in me,
To guard my friend and neighbor
And protect their property.
And, if, according to your will,
I have to lose my life,
Please bless, with your protecting hand,
My family and my wife.
WHO IS A FIREMAN?
He's the guy next door- a man's man with the memory of a little boy, never gotten over the excitment of the engines and sirens and dangers. He's a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams
Yet he stands taller than most of us. He is a Fireman. He puts it all on the line when the siren blows. A fireman is at once the most fortunate and least fortunate of men. He saves lives because he has seen too much death. He's gentle because he has seen awesome power out of control. He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held small bodies that will never laugh again. He appreciate's the simplest of things- hot coffee, held in froze, unbending fingers- a warm bed for bones and muscles compelled beyond feeling- the camraderie of brave men- the divine peace of selfless service of a job well done for the good of all. When he marches, it is to honor his comrades. He doesn't have to preach the brotherhood of man; He lives it.
