Woodstock Fire Department, fireman's prayer, firemans prayer history, WFD, Woodstock Maine

Woodstock Fire Department, fireman's prayer, firemans prayer history, WFD, Woodstock Maine

Woodstock Fire Department, fireman's prayer, firemans prayer history, WFD, Woodstock Maine

A Fireman's Prayer ~ Fireman's Wife's Prayer
~ What Is A Fireman ~

Oxford County EMA / Maine Fire Marshal / State Of Maine / NFPA / Gray, Maine Weather Service / Kids Pages / Maltese Cross

Woodstock Fire Department, fireman's prayer, firemans prayer history, WFD, Woodstock Maine

(This is the speech given by Penny McGlachlin at the Cook’s Corner Fire Station in Brunswick, Maine on July 15th, 2006 for the dedication of the new Station and the memorial in which “The Fireman’s Prayer” is inscribed.)

Alvin William Linn earned the name “Smokey” when he was 15, by running into his Grandfather’s burning barn, and driving out his Model T truck. He and the truck made it out in one piece, but the seat of his pants were smoking. This must have been a sign of things to come, because it wasn’t the last time he would charge into a burning building.

When I was about 4, I thought my Grandfather was born a fireman and that he lived at the station, and occasionally he would visit us at Grandmother’s house. I learned a few things on my visits to the station, one of them being if you walk in front of a truck that is being cleaned, someone will inevitably hit the siren button (just to see how high you’ll jump). My Grandfather became one of the first Red Cross instructors in Wichita to teach and certify people for C.P.R. and First Aid. I was the only 8 year old in my school that was certified in both, whether I wanted to be or not.

I’ve learned a lot about my Grandfather since he left us two years ago. My Grandmother has told me many stories that Grampa never told anyone, such as his time in the Coast Guard during WWII, on a ship in the North Atlantic that was hit by a torpedo from a Japanese submarine. He was one of the few survivors. But most stories were about what had happened on the job. After each shift, he would come home and tell his family about the runs he had been on. Some were more difficult than others.

A.W. “Smokey” Linn wrote “A Fireman’s Prayer” after he had been at a call involving children trapped in a burning apartment building. The firefighters could see the children in the windows but could not rescue them due to the iron bars that the apartment owner had installed. All they could do was try to contain the fire.

About 1 in the morning, he found himself sitting at the station’s kitchen table, putting into words the emotions inside of him from that evening. The following words are one man’s prayer to his Lord and Savior, from a man who was more than a fireman. He was a husband, father, and a son who knew how precious and short life can be. This was his 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 too late,
Or save an older person from the horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout,
And quickly and efficiently to 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 A.W. "Smokey" Linn

The table's set, the meal's prepared, our guests will soon arrive,
My husband once more disappears with a hope of keeping a child alive. While waiting at home alone, our plans having gone awry,
My first impulse is merely to sit right down and cry.
But soon again I realize the importance of my life,
When I agreed to take on the duties of being a fireman's wife.
While there are many drawbacks, I'll take them in my stride,
Knowing "My Daddy saved a life" our children can say with pride.
The gusting winds and raging flames may be his final fate,
But with God's help I can remain my fireman's faithful mate.

-- Author Unknown --

He's the guy next door, a mans man with the memory of a little boy. He's never gotten over the excitement of the engines and sirens and danger. He's the guy like you and me with warts and worries and unfilled dreams. Yet he stands taller than most of us. He's a fireman. He put's it on the line when the bell rings. A fireman at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men. He's a man who saves lives, because he's seen too much death. He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control. He's responsive to a child's laughter, because his arms held too many small bodies that will never laugh again. He's a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasure's in life hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling. The camaraderie of brave men and the devine peace and selfless service, of a job well done. He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities. When he marches its to honor a fallen comrade. He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man He lives it. -Author Unknown

Woodstock Fire Department, fireman's prayer, firemans prayer history, WFD, Woodstock Maine

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