Flashing lights and no sirens, all emergencies over The motorcade passes, with the heroes who fell. And all on the streets stop, and in silence bear witness Such sorrow and thanks, no mere words can tell. Who ever can forget the gray ash-covered engines Coming back from the alarm like no other before . Such pain for survivors, to embrace all the families Of comrades so loved, now on that distant shore. Chief Downey, Father Mike, First Deputy Feehan Peter Ganci and many too many to tell, Your memories we'll honor we n'er will forget you. You brought hope to the horror when the two towers fell. Remember Tim Stackpole, how he prayed in the wreckage In that terrible fire that took two of his friends. So horribly injured he fought to recover To return to his ladder and to die with his men. So now to acknowledge, just one of the many Engine 33/Ladder Company 9. There's 10 empty places around their table, Ten fallen brothers who fell on the line. Remember Kev Pfiefer, Mike Boyle and Keith Maynard, Jeff Walz, Brian Bilcher, Robert King, Dave Arce, Gerarde Baptiste, Robert Evans, John Tierney, Ten lost out of 40 from one company. And though we mourn them, they're still on the job now, Though they have fallen, they're still standing tall. Their spirit will bolster their sisters and brothers, Their unseen presence will answer each call. So tell all your children to tell all their children: Never pass a firehouse without a brief pause, And thank all the heroes who work on those engines. Each day they risk all in humanity's cause.

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