'Remember, They're With Us'
(Tune: Bold Robert Emmet)
By Lorcan Otway
Flashing lights and no sirens, all emergencies over
The motorcade passes, with the heroes who fell.
And all on the streets stop, and in silence bear witness
Such sorrow and thanks, no mere words can tell.
Who ever can forget the gray ash-covered engines
Coming back from the alarm like no other before .
Such pain for survivors, to embrace all the families
Of comrades so loved, now on that distant shore.
Remember Tim Stackpole, how he prayed in the wreckage
In that terrible fire that took two of his friends.
So horribly injured he fought to recover
To return to his ladder and to die with his men.
So now to acknowledge, just one of the many
Engine 33/Ladder Company 9.
There's 10 empty places around their table,
Ten fallen brothers who fell on the line.
And though we mourn them, they're still on the job now,
Though they have fallen, they're still standing tall.
Their spirit will bolster their sisters and brothers,
Their unseen presence will answer each call.
So tell all your children to tell all their children:
Never pass a firehouse without a brief pause,
And thank all the heroes who work on those engines.
Each day they risk all in humanity's cause.
Read Lorcan Otway's story of the genesis of "Remember, They're With Us."
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