I will never forget the loss of my brother & sister firefighters from the NYFD. Even though I have never met them, as a professional firefighter I feel connected to all of them just because of what we do! Their courage that day was remarkable, their determination to drive up those stairs, while others were fleeing down them will always stay in my mind. I remember seeing the shows on television and that is the one thing that I remember the most!! Seeing firefighters running up the stairs with high rise packs on their backs, while others were running down them. The country lost hundreds of heros that day, some of them firefighters, some of them just plain folks. One other story sticks out in my mind as well, the "red bandana guy". A civilian also running up to help others, sacrificing ALL to save a few.
In our fire house, we have photos and memorials of 9-11 everywhere to remind us everyday of the courage and sacrifice that comes with our job. (I say job but to us it is more than a job it is a way of life, a commitment) I remember something that the father of the red bandana guy said on tv once... "Greater love has no one than this, that one lay his life down for another"