The call comes in, and the dispatchers send out their tones. The adrenaline climbs, the blood rushes, a chill shoots to the bone. As the engines go enroute, the lights are flashing, setting their pace, smoke pouring into the sky marking the spot where the battle will take place. Units go on scene, the fight will soon be under way. The battle will not end until all the flames are washed away. The hoses are pulled out, and the lines are laid, turnout gear is put on, their weapons aimed, and…

Brother, when you weep fro me, remember that it was ment to be. Lay me down and when you leave, remember I'll be at your sleeve. In every dark hall, I'll be there as you slowly crawl. On every roof in driving snow, I will hold your coat, and you will know. In cellars hot with searing heat, at windows where a gate you meet. In closets whare children hide, you know I'll be there at your side. The house from which I now respond, is overstaffed with heros gone. Men who answered one last bell,…