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9-11-01

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9-11-01

A simple reminder that the first anniversary of September 11, is less than two weeks away. You may have seen this before. If you have not, take a few minutes to look it over. If you have, take a second and re-read it. Then pause for just a second and remember.......


It was late one Tuesday evening,
Before a mother could sit down,
To tell her only child about
The terror that hit downtown.

She looked into the eyes of her son
God, she loved him so,
She felt her heart begin to break
And the hurt begin to show.

She gathered all her strength and courage,
as her story she began to tell.
"Baby don't cry, but I'm afraid daddy
Might be under a building that fell."

The boy looked back at his mother,
His eyes made not one blink.
And the mother's tears began to fall.
What would her baby think?

You see, his dad is a firefighter,
And his hero from the day of his birth.
He loved his dad more than anything else
That could ever inherit this earth.

The mother's head began to drop,
Her forehead resting on palm.
She thought her son would be upset.
Instead, he was very calm.


The boy leaned over towards his Mom,
And put his hand upon her head.
In her ear he began to whisper,
And this is what he said:


"Mommy please don't cry,
I knew daddy wasn't coming home.
I talked to him just a while ago,
But it wasn't on the phone.

He told me that he loved me,
And he promised we'd meet again.
He told of his new home,
And the job he was to begin."


"God is building an army,
And there are many angels needed.
That, is where daddy and the others went.
They weren't all defeated
."

It was then, the mother lifted her head.
The tears streamed down her face.
And she could feel her husband's presence,
As it filled her heart with grace.


It was then she knew her son was right.
He was in God's great army now.
She also knew her son was safe,
That he'd be kept from harm somehow.

So, evildoers of the world beware.
An army is on the way.
Bolstered by new angels,
Who left the towers that day..

Their commander has never been beaten.
His power has never been matched,

And if evil thinks He was almighty before......

Well, the surface has just been scratched!


GOD BLESS AMERICA !!!!!

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Remembering  A FireFighter

"Hey Mom!" he yelled from the attic door

"What's these old boots and hard hat for?"

With a lump in her throat and a tear-stained cheek,

His mother swallowed and started to speak.

"Come here, my son", his mother said,

"There's things to tell when I clear my head."

The past raced madly through her mind.

She searched her heart, the words to find.

At last she sighed and rubbed his hair

And the words that followed I'd like to share.

"Those old boots and hat", she said with pride,

"Were worn by a man with grit inside.

He wore them to help people in need,

Though facing danger, would never concede,

Many a time in the dead of night

He jumped in those boots and flashed out of sight

To answer a call and not knowing for sure

What danger or heartache he may have to endure.

Your father, my son, was not like most dads;

It was mainly because of the job he had.

His life was devoted to all of mankind,

And just why he chose it is unclear in my mind.

But I'm proud to say that I was a part

Of a man who possessed such a courageous heart.

Though, for all his discomfort and all of his pain

The time he spent here was never in vain.

So the memories I'll keep and the love I will save,

Though small consolations for the life that he gave.

Your father's days here made others seem brighter,

For your father, my son, was a firefighter."

In Memory of Lieutenant Lawrence "Ju Ju" Roche

Died on the fire scene August 27, 1996

Harahan Fire Department, Harahan, Louisiana

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Firemen's Prayer

When I am called to duty, God,

Whenever Flames may rage,

give me strength to save some life

whatever be its age.

Help me embrace a little child

before it is to late,

or save an old person

from the horror of that fate.

Enable me to be alert

and hear the weakest shout.

to quickly and efficiently

put the fire out.

I want to fill my calling

and to give the best in me,

to guard my every neighbor

and protect his property.

And if according to my fate....

I am to lose my life,

please bless with your protecting hand

my children and my wife.

 

~ Author Unknown