In honor of all
firefighters and especially the NYFD:
Bound by Courage, Touched
by Honor
I am with you---
whispered the savior to another fallen hero.
He was one of many bound by courage and
touched by fire on
that September day as death, like a shadow, followed their every
move.
I am with you---
he repeated as he wiped the crimson tears
streaming down the young firefighter's dusted face.
Feeling a beating pulse stronger and faster than a Ringo drum
roll, he smiled.
In the distance, he heard the familiar cry for help.
He leaped
to his feet and ran like he did a lifetime ago through fields of
mud, helmets and cleats.
In his third stride, a sudden, violent sandblast ripped through
his body.
His ribs cracked as his knees buckled.
A savior was down.
As he lie in the gray dust bleeding sweat,
he felt his heart
thirst for one more beat.
His pain faded and his eyelids grew
heavy and now he heard the strong whisper from another savior---
I am with you.
---
God bless you all and God bless
America.