The fire house is where everything happens.
It’s where we train and have meetings.
It’s where we eat and where we have fun.
It’s where we repair equipment and scrub our gear.
It’s where we wash dishes and mop the floors.
It’s where we crash in exhaustion after a long call.
It’s where we laugh and sometimes even cry.
It’s where we hug our brother or sister.
And where we pray for each other.
Like any other house, it’s not the building that matters. It’s the hearts and souls of the hard working people within that make us all a family.