Sunday, November 15, 2009

NaBloPoMo - Day 15

One of my bloggy friends, Val, is a Fire Wife and posted this on her blog today. I loved it and found it to be so, so true, so I'm posting it here today. 

As Val mentioned on her blog, people love to tease Mr. Lukie about his days off, and even about his days on--that he sits in the recliner, remote control in one hand, cookie in another, and that is what his day consists of. While I know that this is the perception that the general population has of Firefighters (and Cops, etc) it simply is NOT true. Sure, they sit in the recliner after dinner & watch TV. Don't you? They live at the fire station for 24 hours, 10-12 shifts per month. Their "work day" is 8am-5pm and as long as they're not running a call, they are free to do whatever they'd like during the rest of the time--sleep, eat, watch TV, talk on the phone. Why wouldn't they be?


I Wish You Could Know
I wish you could know what it is like to search a burning bedroom for
trapped children at 3AM, flames rolling above your head, your palms and
knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the
kitchen below you burns.

I wish you could comprehend a wife’s horror at 6 in the morning as I check
her husband of 40 years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway,
hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting
his wife and family to know everything possible was done to try to save his life.

I wish you knew the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of
soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear,
the sound of flames crackling, the eeriness of being able to see absolutely
nothing in dense smoke-sensations that I’ve become too familiar with.

I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire “Is this a
false alarm or a working fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards
await me? Is anyone trapped?” Or to call, “What is wrong with the patient?
Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2×4 or a gun?”

I wish you could be in the emergency room as a doctor pronounces dead the
beautiful five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past
25 minutes. Who will never go on her first date or say the words, “I love you Mommy” again.

I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, squad,
or my personal vehicle, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the
pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, as you fail to
yield the right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us
however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, “It took you forever to get here!”

I wish you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years
from the remains of her automobile. “What if this was my daughter, sister, my
girlfriend or a friend? What were her parents reaction going to be when they
opened the door to find a police officer with hat in hand?”

I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my
parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not
come back from the last call.

I wish you could know how it feels dispatching officers, firefighters and
EMT’s out and when we call for them and our heart drops because no one answers back or to hear a bone chilling 911 call of a child or wife needing assistance.

I wish you could feel the hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically,
abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of, “It will never happen to me."

I wish you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain or missed
meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the
tragedy my eyes have seen.

I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save
a life or preserving someone’s property, or being able to be there in time
of crisis, or creating order from total chaos.

I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging
at your arm and asking, “Is Mommy okay?” Not even being able to look in his
eyes without tears from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to
hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having CPR done on him as
they take him away in the Medic Unit. You know all along he did not have his
seat belt on. A sensation that I have become too familiar with.

Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand
or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us……

I wish you could though.
-Author Unknown


  1. Wow, powerful poem. We often don't think about everything firemen go through when they're on the job. Thanks for posting this.

    Thank you also for your comment on my Halloween post! I really appreciate the encouragement, and it's nice to know there are other Christians out there who have the same view as we do on that topic!

  2. My hubby doesn't get free time until after 7. Which is relative of course. That just means he may be able to call or take a shower. Call the kids to find out how their day went, you know the typical things Daddy's do when they would get off work.

    I know there have been many talks around recently about lazy firefighters/EMT's and even more talk about holding up traffic in areas. But yet I we have a serious decline in volunteer signups. Hmm, why is that?

    My Daddy taught me if I wanted to *itch about something I'd better be able to do the job myself!

  3. I LOVE this. So true. Jim gets crap all the time about his "recliner" time. But the tormenting stopped the day he and his partner fought and fought to save a 2 year old who drowned but it was too late :(

    Like I always say...if I'm in need, I'd much rather have a well-rested FF/EMT take care of me over a tired, worn out one.

  4. Firefighters and other people who risk their lives definitely deserve more credit then they get, what a powerful poem. Thanks love!


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