See the sadness of a business man as his livelihood goes up in flames, or that family returning from home, only too find their house and belongings damaged or lost for good.

Know what its like too search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen below you burns.

Comprehend a wife's horror at 3am as I check her husband of 40 years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitivley it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to save his life.

Know the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turn out gear, the sound of flames crackling, the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke-sensations that I've become all to familiar with.

Understandhow it feels to go to work in the morning after having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire.

Read my mind as I respond to a building fire "Is this a false alarm or a working fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?" or to an EMS call, "What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting with a 2x4 or a gun?"

Be in the emergency room as a doctor pronounces dead the beautiful five year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past 25 minutes - who will never go on her first date or say the words, "I love you mommy" again

Know the frustration I feel in the cab of an engine or my personal vehicle, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield to the right of way at an intersection or in traffic........when you need us however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!"

Know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains of her automobile. "What if this was my sister, my girlfriend or friend? What were her parents reaction going to be when they opened the door to find a police officer what hat in hand?"

Know how it feels to walk in the back door greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come back from the last call

Feel the hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically abuse us or belittle what we do, or s they express their attitudes of "it will never happen to me."

Realize the physical, emotional, and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep, and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen.

Know the brotherhood and self satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someone's property, or being able to be there in a time of crisis, or creating order from total chaos.

Understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking, "is mommy ok?" Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears in your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You know all along he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation that I have become all to familiar with.

Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us...

I wish you could though....