RodgerThat
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The 343
Ask any firefighter, and he will say
And the Brothers all agree;
We know that day, and it won't go away,
When we lost our 343.
Where were you when the Towers came down,
The cry will be heard through the years;
Where were you when the Twin Towers fell,
And we realized our worst fears.
The old man asked of the young boy he met,
The lad looked up and answered politely,
"My daddy's a fireman, and he died that day,
But I still say a prayer for him nightly."
The old man moved on, and he found a young girl,
And he asked the same question of her,
She answered so slow, "I don't think I know,
For you see, I wasn't born yet sir."
But ask any firefighter, and he will know,
The day, the time, and the year;
For those of us who fight smoke and fire
And have no time for fear.
We know that day, and it won't go away,
When we lost our 343.
So when you see a firetruck speeding by,
Manned by the men who fight the fight,
Or you hear a wailing siren, in the middle of the night,
It seems so far away, on some lonely thoroughfare,
Pause for just a moment, and think a silent prayer...
-William Mackle
FDNY Retired
I was a young boy when it took place but when thousands were running out a few hundred that ran in. These men were husbands fathers and sons just alike every other person in those towers, 343 did not get to come back out of the towers they ran into. I'm not American but that day changed my life and set me on the path I am on now. Every man of age remembers where they were the moment they heard, I was sitting on my porch waiting for my
Mom to drive me to school when she came out crying. I will be climbing the towers today with a 70lb lead vest on to simulate the gear the men wore climbing up those stairs, that is my tribute to them.
Ask any firefighter, and he will say
And the Brothers all agree;
We know that day, and it won't go away,
When we lost our 343.
Where were you when the Towers came down,
The cry will be heard through the years;
Where were you when the Twin Towers fell,
And we realized our worst fears.
The old man asked of the young boy he met,
The lad looked up and answered politely,
"My daddy's a fireman, and he died that day,
But I still say a prayer for him nightly."
The old man moved on, and he found a young girl,
And he asked the same question of her,
She answered so slow, "I don't think I know,
For you see, I wasn't born yet sir."
But ask any firefighter, and he will know,
The day, the time, and the year;
For those of us who fight smoke and fire
And have no time for fear.
We know that day, and it won't go away,
When we lost our 343.
So when you see a firetruck speeding by,
Manned by the men who fight the fight,
Or you hear a wailing siren, in the middle of the night,
It seems so far away, on some lonely thoroughfare,
Pause for just a moment, and think a silent prayer...
-William Mackle
FDNY Retired
I was a young boy when it took place but when thousands were running out a few hundred that ran in. These men were husbands fathers and sons just alike every other person in those towers, 343 did not get to come back out of the towers they ran into. I'm not American but that day changed my life and set me on the path I am on now. Every man of age remembers where they were the moment they heard, I was sitting on my porch waiting for my
Mom to drive me to school when she came out crying. I will be climbing the towers today with a 70lb lead vest on to simulate the gear the men wore climbing up those stairs, that is my tribute to them.
