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    Poem for Engine 10/Ladder 10

    I found this poem on the Firefighter's Quarterly site. I wrote to Jennifer and received permission to post it here.


    I wrote this poem a few days after 9/11. At the time I wrote it, I was not aware that there is a real firehouse ten, housing Engine 10 & Ladder 10, or that the firehouse is located right across the street from where the south tower stood. Since I wrote the poem, I have been desperately trying to get it to the ones I wrote it in tribute to, the firefighters. I hope posting it here will allow it to be read by them, with my deepest sympathy.

    "When He Woke Today" (in memoriam for the firefighters lost and missing, WTC collapse, 9/11) by Jennifer Lobban

    When he woke today and dressed
    In his work clothes neatly pressed
    And kissed his wife and kids goodbye
    He did not know today he'd die.

    He passed twin towers gleaming bright
    Alive and awash in morning light
    He stopped for coffee, greeted pals,
    Flirted with some college gals.

    He got to work at Firehouse Ten
    And rough-housed with the other men
    At work there in his chosen field
    When suddenly the fire bell pealed.

    For those twin towers gleaming bright
    Alive and awash in morning light
    Were now aflame, their insides bared
    Filled with people, calm yet scared.

    While others ran away in fear
    He faced it down when it loomed near
    And battled back an anguished sob;
    He was here to do his job.

    He was a man who met the mark
    A force for light amid the dark
    Who watched the game and cheered the play
    And loved a beer on a summer's day.

    He tried to save each desperate soul
    But ash and debris took their toll
    Tried to force him to retreat;
    His heart refused, with steadfast feet.

    Now in the darkness, embers glow
    Within the rubble deep below
    Where once two towers stood up tall
    Before the terror, before the fall.

    His Brothers still work side by side
    In memory of he who died
    Dust will shift and dust will rise
    Where still a hero's body lies.

    For when he woke today and dressed
    In his work clothes neatly pressed
    And kissed his wife and kids goodbye
    He did not know today he'd die.

    (Copyright J.L. Lobban, 2001)

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    Dear Firefighters and Families,
    I hope my poem has helped even a little. I gave SeaBreeze permission to post it because I so wanted my message sent to you. I can't begin to comprehend what you're going through every day. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
    Sincerely,
    Jennifer Lobban
    aterna@hotmail.com

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    ENGINE 10 LADDER 10 WTC

    PRAY FOR OUR BROTHERS AT ENGINE 10 AND LADDER 10 WTC

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    FDNY ENGINE 10

    ON TOP OF THE WORLD
    REMEMBER 911

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    I Remember

    Hello again.
    Today is the day - one year, not that that means much. I've spent the day watching the memorials and such on T.V., but I had to stop. It was too much. I feel selfish writing that, after everything you've been through, but there it is. I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I haven't read my poem since it was posted here months ago, and I don't think I'll read it today.
    I don't imagine that many of you will be reading this for a while, but that's okay. I couldn't bear to watch anything more on T.V., so I came here. I had to come here, and check in. I don't know any of you personally, but that doesn't mean you haven't touched my heart. When I found out that there really was a firehouse ten, and its location, I guess I kind of 'adopted' the Ten House as my own, in a way. Up until then, I wasn't sure why I had felt so compelled to write my poem, but it suddenly made sense. I am so happy to hear that Ten House will be rebuilt, and that you will have your home back. Even when it's changed so irrevocably, I know you will make it home again.
    I will say a prayer for you, for your families and friends, and for your fallen brothers tonight.
    God Bless You All.
    Sincerely,
    Jennifer Lobban

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