The taste of Copper in Your mouth when You come up on that scene..

The vibration from the Hose and the Heat from the Steam..

The Feel of a 50ft of chrome ladders and hose..

It wasnt what I seen Myself doing but Im Glad its the Life I chose..

The smell of diesel fuel sweet as a Ladies Perfume..

The feeling You get after saving someone from impending doom..

The Lonely nights .. in run down Richmond Dives..

Double fist drinking whiskey and beer just to sleep at night..

The sounds of the screams that echo everytime I pass those little white crosses...

Its the sting of the tear drops nobody sees but Me..

Its the feeling of being lost and troubled as I can be..

Its Her soothing voice on the other end of the phone..

That keeps Me sane up untill they drop another tone..

SGT. Bobby J. King