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Writer's pictureMike Roberson

They Don't All Come Back (In tribute to those who didn't come back.)


The ache of exhaustion still fresh in his head He wakes with a start at the sound of the bell Mind and body are saying, "stay here in this bed". As he pulls on his gear, for the trip back to hell

He thinks of the supper, they'd all cooked last night, When that first alarm put them into their flight. A few hours of rest, a cold sandwich and then, Another tone sounds and you're going again.

As they turn from the station, the night sky alight, Now they'll do it all over, what will this one be? Exhaustion is fading; he'll be up for the fight, An Adrenalin shot has him soon riding high.

The firefighter knows he must go when it's time, Somewhere there is trouble, and his calling is sure. A child is in danger. Could be yours, maybe mine? He'll ask not a question, his strength will endure.

He runs into danger, little thought of the cost, If you ask, he can't tell you the reason why, Perhaps there are demons of battles he's lost. He may not win the next one, but he cannot but try.

His family will suffer he'll work extra jobs, Spend more time with others than those that he loves. She'll just sit and listen, ease his back with a rub, For him coming home safely, she'll thank God above.

He can't wait to get back to the station again, To his second family, his brothers, his friends. She'll swear that he loves them much more than her, Still be there waiting when another shift ends.

God bless the brave knights, with fire in their hearts, Who'll step through the flames, who'll drag up the slack. He'll still be there fighting until he's too old, Or, he'll join the number who don't all come back.


Mike Roberson 05/15/19

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