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For more information or to apply please contact Captain Daren Bellach at 833-2042.
Or stop in at the firehouse on the corner of Randolph and Hwy 12.
To Be A Fireman
I have no ambition in this world but one, and
that is to be a fireman.
The position may, in the eyes of some, appear to be a lowly one;
but we who know the work which a fireman has to believe his is a
noble calling.
There is an adage which says that, 'Nothing can be destroyed
except by fire.'
We strive to preserve from destruction the wealth of the world
which is the product of the industry of men, necessary for the
comfort of both the rich and the poor.
We are defenders from fires of the art which has beautified the
world,
the product of the genius of men and the means of refinement of
mankind.
But, above all, our proudest moment is to save lives of men- the
work of God Himself.
Under the impulse of such thoughts,
the nobility of the occupation thrills us and stimulates to deeds
of daring,
even at the supreme sacrifice.
Such considerations may not strike the average mind,
but they are sufficient to fill to the limit our ambition in life
and to make us serve the general purpose of
human society."
Edward F. Croker
Chief of the Department
Fire Department City of New York
circa 1905.
What is a fireman?
He's the guy next door, a mans man with the memory of a little boy.
He's never gotten over the excitement of the engines and sirens and danger.
He's the 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 on the line when the bell rings.
A fireman at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.
He's a man who saves lives, because he's seen too 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 held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.
He's a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasure's in life.
Hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers.
A warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling.
The camaraderie of brave men and the divine peace and selfless service,
of a job well done.
He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.
When he marches its to honor a fallen comrade.
He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.
He lives it.
Author Unknown
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