Worcester, again

A little over a week ago it began as just another day at work.  
 
Yesterday it ended with thousands of firefighters, a hundred bagpipes, and the obligatory television cameras.  
 
 

(turn your speakers all the way up)

Career or volunteer, big city or small town, FDNY or Oquossoc, ME; when the tones drop we all accept the same risks. We all feel the same pain when one of us doesn’t make it home. 
 
I met a few old friends and missed meeting a lot more. I rubbed shoulders with the Chief of Fire from Syracuse, NY and with jakes from the ‘hood in DC. We were the proverbial Sea of Blue in support of our brothers and their families in Worcester. I hope we did them proud.  
 
Rest in peace, FF Davies.

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