THOUGHTS OF A RETIRED FIREFIGHTER
No, I haven’t forgotten the excitement of riding on a fire rig. “Lights flashing, sirens wailing,” nor the feeling of “a good save”! Whether it be human life or valued possessions of a fellow citizen.
I haven’t forgotten the feeling of standing, ankle deep, in freezing water on a 5 below January night, gloves frozen to the nozzle, fighting a fire I know was caused by carelessness or worse.
I haven’t forgotten the terror of being lost in a smoke filled building….feeling the taste of hot coffee and a cold meat loaf sandwich at four in the morning.
Now, I walk into my old firehouse, only to find it filled with strangers. I may not walk as fast, or stand as straight as you. My hair may be gray or thin. My jokes don’t come as easy as they once did. But I know in my heart I have paid the price, and have “earned” the right to say proudly.
“I’m a retired Firefighter.”
//–Ret. Battalion Chief Joe Carber (FDNY)–//
Gibbons Fire Department Retired Members