The
drawing is loosely based on the tattoo that my brother had on
his back, a bald eagle with the American and Irish flags worked
into its outstretched wings. Brian had this tattoo put on around
1993 or 1994 by world renowned tattoo artist Mike Ledger, and
I have to admit I was never a big fan of it. In my opinion it
just didn't look right, it seemed a bit too small placed on Brian's
broad upper back. As Brian added a couple of more tattoos on his
upper arms over the next few years this first one gradually slipped
into memory, showing itself only on the hottest days of the summer
months. No one in my family could have ever realized how important
the tattoo would become to us. After Sept. 11th, we gradually
accepted the fact that Brian wasn't going to be coming home alive.
He had been assigned to Rescue 1 in Manhattan for a little over
a month, but was working overtime that day at his previous firehouse
of 3 years located in Queens, Squad 288. No one from 288 or HazMat
1, the company they share their house with, made it out that day.
A total of 19 men were lost. After a month we began to consider
having a memorial service for Brian, though we wanted to hold
out as long as we could for the recovery of his body.
As
time went on we realized we needed to hold a service soon, if
only so his family, friends and brother firemen could pay their
respects and say good-bye. It was decided that if a recovery happened
later on, we would conduct a small funeral as a family. We grudgingly
picked a date in late November, the 27th, as the date for Brian's
memorial. We all started praying a little harder as well, and
began making preparations for the service.
As
the date approached at the end of November, my family and I still
didn't have Brian back. On November 26, the final day of preparations
for the service, I spent the day finishing up my eulogy; my parents
and sister were finalizing the details and welcoming family that
had arrived from out of town. Honestly, none of us were looking
forward to the service. We were all set to go through the motions,
but we still didn't have him back, which was all we wanted from
the beginning. Then around 5:30 PM, not even 2 minutes after my
Uncle Jack presented my father with a sketch he had drawn of our
two favorite pictures of Brian, the phone rang. It was Capt. Denis
Murphy of Squad 288...
"We
think we found him"...
You
could have heard my father crying from down the block. I have
never heard a noise like that coming from my dad, and ran in thinking
he had a freshly broken limb. All he was able to stammer was that
"They think they found Brian... It's not official but they
think they found him!" We absolutely needed a positive ID
so we could have him home for his service the next day. If they
needed to resort to DNA identification it could take weeks, even
months.
For
a positive ID, three forms of identification are needed. We already
had two, which were the name inside his coat and the wallet in
his pants. There had been mistakes already in other identifications,
so they needed something more. FF Tim Murphy of 288, who was at
the morgue with Brian, communicated with FF Tim Geraghty of 288
and Capt. Murphy, who by now were in my home working the phones
and waiting for word.
They
began to focus on the tattoos. Murphy asked Geraghty what work
Brian had done, and Tim described the tattoos on Brian's arms.
He went to our basement and looked at pictures, but only was able
to describe Brian's arms. Either he didn't know about, or had
forgotten about the eagle on Brian's back. It wasn't in any of
our pictures downstairs, and I don't know if firemen spend a lot
of time staring at each other's backs. The process came to a pause,
as FF. Murphy and the medical examiner needed more information.
FF Geraghty called me to the basement and told me what was going
on, and then put me on the phone with FF Murphy who simply asked
me to describe Brian's tattoos. I looked at the pictures and all
I could think of, and reply with, were the tattoos on his arms.
I described each perfectly, color for color and where they were
placed. Then it clicked. I forgot his back! I quickly described
the eagle in full detail, knowing full well this was what they
needed and would bring my brother home. FF Murphy brought this
information to the examiner and within 10 minutes the phone rang
and we had our positive ID.
Brian
was coming home...
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