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I also have a promise to keep. A BIG one. A promise to a man whom I looked up to and admired. A man whom I do not want to let down. A man who I hope to one day meet again where he can tell me that I met his expectations.

We reminded them that beyond all the big red trucks, sirens etc was some of the latest technologies and innovations in the Fire Service (SCBAs, TICs, Turnout Gear etc). Technologies and innovations that THEY will be using when they enter our ranks. I think (and hope) they understood our message. THANKS AGAIN to Corey Breese for bringing them by

They knew our "reach" and the trust many of you put into what we do and say so they elected us to represent you. It was an HONOR for us to work with these folks and even more so to be ale to introduce you to them. If you've never heard of Demers Ambulance, NOW YOU HAVE!

I've always said that all I need is a month or two in the same station and/or one working fire to know whether or not a probie (or non-probationary firefighter for that matter) "gets it". That quickly, I can determine if he or she has "heart".

He hadn't been here 10 minutes before we caught a working fire. Nothing says thanks for working on a beautiful Saturday morning like catching work at 07:30am.

I'll never get to make "those" calls again ... not to Jackson and it's killing me. This grief ... the depression.... it keeps knocking me down but I won't let it keep me here.

We are protective in nature (as firefighters and parents). Maybe too much so. For me, it's always boiled down to what I (we) do. Risking our lives, rescuing, providing comfort / care and shielding from harm people we don't even know. If I do that for a complete stranger, shouldn't I also do the same for my own daughters?

You can't be 100% committed to this profession and not become emotionally attached. My Pride in and for the job sometimes allows my emotion to spill over to my writing. I allow it to happen in hopes that the honesty in my stories may have a positive impact on another Brother or Sister out there somewhere.

Brotherhood doesn't have to be something huge. It's caring about and looking after one another. RESPECT for your fellow members. Pride in how you represent our profession. The Tradition of looking after and caring for our own and Honoring those who came before us, those beside us today and all who will follow.

Yes, I meant to say "MUDDER" and not mother. Pictured right is Eddie Wright. He lost both his arms to a RPG hit while serving in Fallujah.