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The warm, wet, darkness envelopes my eyes,
My breathing slows with each chest fall and rise.
Sinking deeper and further into inky black sleep,
I watch from my seat as the crowd files in
The widow and children sobbing with grief
They knew the end was near, that you were sick, yet still it's a shock
To the most important people you knew, I'm a stranger
We call you a hero not because of your shiny hats, or your golden suits.
We call you heroes because you watch the backs of all your recruits;
He’s on her mind
each time he goes;
those nights she lies awake.
She knows he may never come home.
A furious fire.
Smoke pervades the night sky.
Sirens scream, he runs in.
I run into the smoky pit
To fight the monster bit by bit
Its fiery rage bears down on me
But in the demon's eyes I see
The weakness that he tries to hide
Are the axe and hose at my side
The art of saving isn’t hard to master.
Just a few months of training will do. Still,
The first death always feels like a disaster.
We spend countless hours studying and working,
