Brothers when you weap for me, remember that it was meant to be. Lay me down and when you leave, remember i'll be at your sleeve. In every dark and choking hall, i'll be there as you slowly crawl. On every roof in driving snow, i'll hold your coat & you will know. In cellars hot with searing heat, at windows where a gate you meet. In closets where young children hide, you know i'll be there at your side. The house from now I which respond, is overstaffed with heroes gone, Men who answered one last bell & did the job & did it well. As firement we understand that death's a card dealt in our hand. A card we hope we'll never play, but one we hold anyway. That card is something we ignore, as we crawl across a weakened floor, for we KNOW that we're the only player for anyone that might be there. SO REMEMBER AS YOU WIPE YOUR TEARS, THE JOY "WE" KNEW THROUGHOUT THE YEARS, AS "WE" DID THE JOB "WE" LOVED TO DO, "WE" PRAY THAT THOUGHT WILL SEE YOU THROUGH. -Author Unknown.....

Westmount Firefighters Association
Mike Amesse