First in last out. You run in they run out. Their world falls, but it’s just another call. Waiting and praying, while your kids are running and playing. You love the thing they fear. You’ll pull an all nighter just to fight another fire. You’ll never unsee the chaos you’ve seen. When the sirens have gone. You have to just keep moving on. You can’t forget the faces , the places , the broken bodies. It’s not a hobby. First in last out. You run in they run out. Their world falls, but it’s just another call. They aren’t hero’s they are fathers and brothers they have daughters and sons you aren’t the only ones. They miss so much while on scene. All those little things. From their first walk to how they talk. It’s a sacrifice our family makes. Just so they can save the day. But it’s just another call. You love the thing they fear. You’ll pull an all nighter just to fight another fire. You’ll never unsee the chaos you’ve seen. When the sirens have gone. You have to just keep moving on. Waiting and praying, while your kids are running and playing. They miss so much while on scene. All those little things. From their first walk to how they talk. It’s a sacrifice our family makes. Just so they can save the day. But it’s just another call.