Members of the Berwind, West Virginia Fire Department would like to express our deepest sympathy  to each Family member and Friends who lost Loved Ones to the senseless act of hatred, on our country, on Tuesday September 11, 2001 and pay tribute to our brothers and sisters of the 

 New York City Fire Departments 

 

 

                           

 

 

“Dear Lord”

 Dear Lord Watch Over our country

And dear Lord Watch over our military risking there lives

To bring Justice as to what happened on

September 11, 2001

 Please touch the Family and Friends of all

Who were lost

We are truly blessed Dear Lord to live in a country that comes

Together hand and hand in bad times

 And Dear Lord watch over and bless

The men and Women of the

Fire, Police, and EMS Services

We put our lives on the line each time

We go out on a call

 Dear Lord touch with your Loving Hand

Each brother and sister of the

F.D.N.Y.

 And Dear Lord keep your loving and Caring

Hands over our country as we slowly rebuild

But we will never forget those

Who were lost on that dark day

 And Lord please keep blessing our country

THE USA

             -Amen-

                                                                                   Written by: Firefighter Brian Gayness

                                                                                               BVFD203

 

What is a Fireman

He's the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy.  He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.  He's a guy like you and me with warts and worries and unfilled dreams.  Yet he stands taller than most of us.  He's a fireman.

He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.  A fireman is at once the fortunate and the least unfortunate of men  He's a man who saves lives because he has seen to much death.  He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control.  He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.  He's a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life - hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers - a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie of brave men - the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men.

He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.  When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.  He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man ......... he lives it.

 

 

  

                                                                                       

 

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