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The Truth About
The Fireman’s Prayer |
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“Our family would be very pleased if
you shared this with others the history and inspiration about the
Fireman’s Prayer. My Grandfather retired from Wichita F.D. in 1975.
After traveling the country, he died March 2004. The end of his poem
was discussed in great length by the City Counselors of Brunswick
before any engraving was to be done at the dedication of the new
station and the memorial in which “The Fireman’s Prayer” is inscribed.
The majority ruled, after contacting me about changing the wording.
These days “Fireman’s Prayer” is just thought of as a poem, nothing
more. I simply stated it was one man’s actual prayer to his God about
his family as he reflected on the call he’d responded to one night.
One can’t help but think, “What if that were my children in there?’
It was his gut reaction that was the inspiration for his written
prayer.”
Following is Penny McGlachlin’s
Speech at the Cook’s Corner Fire Station in Brunswick, Maine on July
15th, 2006
“Alvin William Linn earned the
name “Smokey” when he was 15 by running into his grandfather’s burning
barn and driving out his Model T truck. He and the truck made it out
in one piece, but the seat of his pants were smoking. This must have
been a sign of things to come, because it wasn’t the last time he
would charge into a burning building.
When I was about four, I thought my
grandfather was born a fireman, lived at the station, and occasionally
would visit us at grandmother’s house. I learned a few things on my
visits to the station, one was that if you walk in front of a truck
being cleaned, someone will inevitably hit the siren button (just to
see how high you’ll jump). My grandfather became one of the first Red
Cross instructors in Wichita to teach and certify people for C.P.R.
and first aid. I was the only eight-year-old in my school that was
certified in both, whether I wanted to be or not.
I’ve learned a lot about my
grandfather since he left us two years ago. My grandmother told me
many stories Grampa never told anyone, such as his time in the Coast
Guard during WW II on a ship in the North Atlantic that was hit by a
torpedo from a Japanese submarine. He was one of the few survivors.
But most stories were about what had happened on the job. After each
shift, he would come home and tell his family about the runs he’d been
on. Some were more difficult than others.
A.W. “Smokey” Linn wrote “A Fireman’s
Prayer” after he’d been at a call involving children trapped in a
burning apartment building. The firefighters could see the children in
the windows but could not rescue them due to the iron bars that the
apartment owner had installed. All they could do was try to contain
the fire. About one in the morning, Smokey found himself sitting at
the station’s kitchen table putting into words the emotions inside of
him from that evening.
The following words are one man’s
prayer (a man who was more than a fireman) to his Lord and Savior. He
was a husband, father, grandfather, and a son who knew how precious
and short life can be.
God Bless you,
Penny McGlachlin
When I am called to
duty, God whenever flames may rage,
Give me the strength to save some life whatever be its age.
Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late,
Or some older person from the horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout,
And quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling and give the best in me,
To guard my neighbor and protect his property.
And if according to Your will I have to lose my life,
Please bless with Your protecting
hand my children and my wife
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