Dedicated to All our Fallen Brethren


He ain't heavy, He's my Brother

This Page is dedicated to all of our brothers who have fallen in the line of duty. Our hearts are with there family and friends. This page is also dedicated to those few, proud young people that will fill the boots of those fallen, following the example and willing to give the supreme Sacrifice.

A poem...

South Portland, ME Fire Captain R. Wallingford, Jr
District of Columbia FD Sargeant J Carter
Boston, Mass. Firefighter's Memorial page (I recommend this one)

As a Memorial to the Fire of the Hotel Vendome, a fire in the City of Boston, Mass., USA, That took the lives of nine Boston Firefighters, the Page author has written a poem about the Vendome. More information can be viewed at the BFD web site. Click on the photo.

A fellow FFs Dedication to the Oklahoma Bombing

"...We all need somebody to lean on..."

Timothy Wodicka L-170 FDNY

To all our Fire Service Brothers and Sisters: It was a chilly, winter night when I entered the firehouse in which I work at in Canarsie, Brooklyn. When I entered the quarters of Engine 257, Ladder 170, and the 58 Battalion, it was business as usual. There was a lot of happy, smiling faces and of course a great deal of joking around (busting chops) in the kitchen. Some guys were packing up their belongings and heading home to their families, while others, like myself, were reporting for duty for the 6 X 9 tour. Due to a surplus in manpower, I would not work with the guys in L-170 tonight, but instead with guys in L-113 "The Rats". As I walked out the door of Canarsie's Bravest, I never knew that when I said, "Take care guys and have a safe tour," it would be that last time I spoke to Lt. Cavalieri, Chris Bopp and Jimmy Bohan.
At approximately 0434 hrs on the morning of Friday, December 18, 1998, the brothers of E-257, L-170, Bn-58 responed to a phone alarm at 17 Vandalia Ave. Little did they, I, or we know that this would be the last alarm that Joey, Chris and Jimmy, working in L-170, would respond too. The fire seemed almost routine until something tragic happened. The inside team of L-170 would never return to their firehouse again. I recieved the call around 7:00 am and I knew something bad had happened. I left the quarters of L-113 and returned to the company that I belonged too, only to find out that three friends were gone, gone forever. The scene was bad, Chiefs, Fire Marshalls, Firemen, Cops and of course, a lot of people in suits that I have never seen before. When I walked into quarters, E-257, L-170, and Bn-58 were not there. I knew the news was not good. Engine 225, and Squad 252 were in front of quarters and a lot of guys were hugging and crying. After a few minutes, I learned that three members of LADDER 170 were gone. Their shoes were still scattered on the apparatus floor only never to be filled again, and the riding position board displayed their names and positions. The pain and sorrow that the men of E-257, L-170 and the BN-58 share along with the brothers in E-262 ( where Bohan was assigned) and L-150(where Cavalieri was promoted from) is unexplainable. This "Black Friday", December 19, 1998 will never be forgotten and neither will LT. Joseph Cavalieri, FF Christopher Bopp, and FF James Bohan (assigned E-262). These three brothers and friends, were true heroes who layed their lives down for the people of the City of New York.

This is a very true story, distributed widely by E-Mail.
Box 4080 was indeed transmitted on Dec. 18, 1998 for 17 Vandalia Ave., New York City.
Please say a prayer for the families and fellow Firefighters in the City of New York.

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, I drank a soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out in the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom, I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom, The other's didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
They guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom, I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
Author Unknown

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