There are men and women who fight for us every day; who face uncertainty, leaving their families to rescue yours, knowing that the chance for them never coming home is higher than most; whose uniform not only identifies their commitment and belief in honor, valor, brotherhood, and tradition, but is their only line of defense against the forces they face.
They are the only one left in the evacuation zone, staying until the last possible moment. They wake up at any time of the night, ready to respond to the call to duty. They are the face we see breaking through the flames, and the face of the one who carries you to safety.
They are the some of the bravest men and women the world will ever know, risking their lives in an a attempt to save the lives of others. They run into burning buildings, at raging forest fires, and stare death and fear in the eyes with no hesitation or second thoughts.
They are on the front lines in the war against Mother Nature’s fury, providing the last stand to protect that which we love and cherish most.
They have families, loved ones, interests and hobbies.
They are the warriors of the people, the fighters, our saviors, and the bravest among us.
We call each other Brother and Sister, and cherish each as if they were our very own flesh and blood.
You call them Firefighters.