Dad was a lieutenent, I think almost 20 years before retiring from a knee injury. He was one of the guys who went to 9-12-01, helped dig people out and stuff like that. It was insane listening to his stories. He took me with him to the city one day, and we visited alot of the departments. Its neat. Its like one big brotherhood. He loved it, still does. Wears his firefighting stuff every day (hat, jacket, shirts, etc)
Anyone who has the guts to risk their life for others is a true hero.