I am a happily married man with 2 children a son that is 14yrs old and a daughter that just turned 12yrs old. I love to hunt, fish, go camping, and spending time with my family. I also love to hang out at the firehouse.
A Firefighters Gloves hold many things
From elderly arms to a kids broken swing
From the hands they shake and the backs they pat
To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat
At 2 am they are filled with chrome
From the DWI who was on her way home
And the equipment they use to roll back the dash
From the family of 6 she involved in the crash
The brush rakes in spring, wear the palms out
When the wind does a “90” to fill them with doubt
The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow
Of the face of a firefighter who mutters “What now?”
They hold inch and three quarters flowing one twenty five
So the ones going in, come back out alive
When the regulator goes; then there isn’t too much,
But the bypass valve the eagerly clutch
The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars;
The lives they saved never measured in dollars
Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold
Or, so that is what I’ve been always told
But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch
Those are the things we all need so much
The hold back the rage on that 3 am call
They hold in the fear when you’re lost in a hall
They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow
They hold in the desire to “Do it tomorrow”
A gloves just a glove till it’s on firefighters
Who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter
And into the fray they charge without fear
At the sound of a “Help” they think that they hear
When firefighter’s hands go into the glove
It’s a firefighter who always fills it with love
Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear
And it seeps the glove and burns deep “in there”
Off come the gloves when the call is done
And into the pocket until the next call
The hands become lonely and cold for a bit
And shake just thinking of it
And they sit there so red eyed with their gloves in their coats
The tears come so fast that the furniture floats
They’re not so brave now; their hands they cant hide
I guess it just means they are human inside
And though some are paid are others are not
The gloves feel the same when it’s cold or it’s hot
To someone you’re helping to just get along
When you fill them with love, you always feel strong
And so when I go on my final big ride
I hope to have my gloves by my side
To show to St. Peter at the heavenly gate
Cause as everyone knows, firefighters don’t wait
Heavy equipment mechanic and operator
Why I Joined Fire/EMS
I enjoy helping people in need. I also wanted to give something back to my community!!!
hello my name is kevin. i will send you a patch...sorry its taking me time but have not had much time to be on here. my address is 1215 S. Santa Monica St. Deming, NM 88030. I am with Cooks Peak Vol. Fire Dept.
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I am a volunteer Fire Fighter from Western Australia and would like to swap a patch. I only collect patches from Volunteer Brigades.
Just wanted to let you know that I got your patch and am thrilled with the exchange!! Thanks for agreeing to swap. Please stay safe out there!!
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