|04:33 pm - turn out|
As the procession drove past Company 1, all the engines were parked on the apron with their lights spinning. The entire duty crew stood at attention and saluted as the hearse went past, the large window above the bay was draped with a black streamer, and
the thing that made my brother and I cry was
in front of all this a lone set of turn out gear.
The respect my father had was astounding. I'll write more about th is later.
Current Mood: impressed