keepsmiling
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A silent moment and prayers for the families, loved ones of the South Carolina firefighters who gave their lives. 
A Silent Moment
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BlackSheep
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If anyone is interested-
Cards of condolence may be sent to:
Charleston Fire Department
46 ½ Wentworth ST.
Charleston, SC 29401
Fire Department Chief: Russell Thomas
Donations in the men's honor may be sent to:
The City of Charleston Firemen's Fund
P.O. Box 304
Charleston, SC, 29402
A Fallen Firefighter's Prayer
Brother, when you weep for me,
Remember that it was meant to be.
Lay me down and when you leave,
Remember I’ll be at your sleeve.
In every dark and choking hall,
I’ll be there as you slowly crawl.
On every roof in driving snow,
I’ll hold your coat, and you will know.
The house from which I now respond,
Is overstaffed with heroes gone.
Men who answered one last bell,
Did the job and did it well.
As firefighters we understand,
That death’s card dealt in our hand.
A card we hope we never play,
But one we hold there anyway.
That card is something we ignore,
As we crawl across a weakened floor.
For we know that we’re the only prayer,
For anyone that might be there.
So remember as you wipe your tears,
The joy I knew throughout the years.
As I did the job I loved to do,
I pray that thought will see you through.
Cards of condolence may be sent to:
Charleston Fire Department
46 ½ Wentworth ST.
Charleston, SC 29401
Fire Department Chief: Russell Thomas
Donations in the men's honor may be sent to:
The City of Charleston Firemen's Fund
P.O. Box 304
Charleston, SC, 29402
A Fallen Firefighter's Prayer
Brother, when you weep for me,
Remember that it was meant to be.
Lay me down and when you leave,
Remember I’ll be at your sleeve.
In every dark and choking hall,
I’ll be there as you slowly crawl.
On every roof in driving snow,
I’ll hold your coat, and you will know.
The house from which I now respond,
Is overstaffed with heroes gone.
Men who answered one last bell,
Did the job and did it well.
As firefighters we understand,
That death’s card dealt in our hand.
A card we hope we never play,
But one we hold there anyway.
That card is something we ignore,
As we crawl across a weakened floor.
For we know that we’re the only prayer,
For anyone that might be there.
So remember as you wipe your tears,
The joy I knew throughout the years.
As I did the job I loved to do,
I pray that thought will see you through.