My Brother Has Fallen My Brother has fallen; no, I don't know his name. Have not the same parents still family all the same. He lives in this town, I live in another, It doesn't really matter 'cause this man is my Brother.   My Brother I call him, yet I've never seen his face. I have brothers and sisters all over the place! You see I am a Firefighter and our families are one.   Around the world, a brotherhood of unity, A closeness, a bond, most people don't see. I'll watch your back; she'll watch mine "You go, I go," time after time   His family's my family, her family theirs, We're part of one family where everyone cares, I'll look after your kids, please look in on my wife, Should that day finally come when I laid down my life.   We dedicate our lives to helping our fellow man, Living day after day doing all that we can, Where ever we're needed whether nighttime or day, To save life of another we'll step in harms way.   My Brother has fallen doing what he loved best, And among the Honored, he now stands with the rest For a mile in dress uniforms here everyone stands, For my Brother has fallen, God into your hands.   Author: J. Beck   Poem cited from American-Firefighter. com       Back to the Memorial Page