The 343

by Columbus Firefighter   Apr 25, 2007


Ask any firefighter, and he will say
And the Brothers all agree;
We know that day, and it won't go away,
When we lost our 343.
Where were you when the Towers came down,
The cry will be heard through the years;
Where were you when the Twin Towers fell,
And we realized our worst fears.
The old man asked of the young boy he met,
The lad looked up and answered politely,
"My daddy's a fireman, and he died that day,
But I still say a prayer for him nightly."
The old man moved on, and he found a young girl,
And he asked the same question of her,
She answered so slow, "I don't think I know,
For you see, I wasn't born yet sir."

But ask any firefighter, and he will know,
The day, the time, and the year;
For those of us who fight smoke and fire
And have no time for fear.
We know that day, and it won't go away,
When we lost our 343.

So when you see a firetruck speeding by,
Manned by the men who fight the fight,
Or you hear a wailing siren, in the middle of the night,
It seems so far away, on some lonely thoroughfare,
Pause for just a moment, and think a silent prayer...

-William Mackle
FDNY Retired

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  • 17 years ago

    by Choose xX Alex Xx Life

    Wow... blew my away im actually studing the language of the way people express feeling about the 9/11 disaster in college and this would be perfect However i have already chose my pieces of material now. I am so sorry for what you had to deal with and you all should be knighted for your generosity during the day.

    please r/r/c 'The bodys' rain' thanx
    xxx alex xxx

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