Once again the tragic news of firefighters killed. Two more deaths in Chicago, the city where I grew up. The firehouse where I got my firemanship merit badge in 1957 is still in use today. It was old then, a horse barn converted to house gas rigs years before that. I left Chicago years ago, but I still feel an attachment and a great sadness for the loss. I remember the firemen sitting on chairs on both sides of the apparatus door and peeking a look inside when I walked by. Those guys responded to the "Our Lady of Angels" fire just up the street from the station. Great loss of life, mostly kids. Now I know what it took to come back to work after seeing what they saw and doing what they did. Our job carries a heavy burden, some pay with their lives, some pay with their physical and mental health. Those who share the love of our job understand why we risk so much. I hope the people we serve support us as the Congress just did passing the 9/11 Bill.