“The Fire Chief was suddenly on my doorstep. ‘I needed to get to you before you heard it somewhere else.’ I was approached by another firefighter. ‘Does your daughter have a phone?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘You need to go get her at school right now. It’s already in the news. His name and everything.’”
“It was a helpless day. We stood outside of our home knowing there was nothing we could do. At the end of the day, we had nothing but the clothes on our back.”
“In her final moments, I held my girl one last time and looked at her big brown eyes to tell her how much I loved her.”
“2 of which were even born on the same day! This department is on fire!”
This year, 17 years after the fatal attacks, the tradition continues. Never forget.