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This page is dedicated to the memory of David P. Sutton who gave his life while performing a rescue attempt on an elderly woman during his duties on March 4, 2000. The fire was ruled an arson. No one has been brought to justice for the horrific crime, If you have any information you are urged to call the Fraser Department of Public Safety at 586-293-2000. The memorial site is located on the southeast corner of 14 Mile and Garfield in Fraser. Please check back here for more pictures and updates regarding the memorial.
2004 Michigan Fire Fighters Memorial
There is a scholarship setup in Dave's memory. Click here for more information.
He Stares in the Face of Death Without a Second Thought to Save That One Special Life That He So Bravely Sought. He Has Walked as Close to "Hell on Earth" as Any Man Could Do and He's So Proud of the Job He Did for People He Never Knew. He Puts His Life on the Line Every Time Duty Calls Always Doing What Needs to Done Without Even a Pause. He Is a Fireman With Overwhelming Pride Never Afraid to Take a Chance When Saving Someone’s Life. Often He Says "It's My Job" but We Really Know That He Is Very Special and Always Ready to Go. So When You Hear the Sirens Wail or See the Flashing Lights Stand Aside and Look with Pride He's Going to Save a Life.
The Creation of the Firefighter - by "Author Unknown" When the Lord was creating Firefighters, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an Angel appeared and said, "Your doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." And the Lord said "Have you read the specification on this person? Firefighters have to be able to go for hours fighting fires or tending to a person that the usual every day person would never touch, while putting in the back of their mind the circumstances. They have to be able to move at a second's notice and not think twice of what they are about to do, no matter what danger. They have to be in top physical condition at all times, running on half-eaten meals, and they must have six pairs of hands." The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way." "It's not the hands that are causing me problems, " said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes a Firefighter has to have." "That's on the standard model? " asked the angel. The Lord nodded. " One pair that sees through the fire and where they and their fellow Firefighters should fight the fire next. Another pair here in the side of the head to see their fellow Firefighters and keep them safe. And another pair of eyes in the front so that they can look for the victims caught in the fire that need their help." "Lord" said the angel, touching his sleeve, "Rest and work on this tomorrow." "I can't", said the Lord, "I already have a model that can carry a 250 pound man down a flight of stairs and to safety from a burning building, and can feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck." The angel circled the model of the Firefighter very slowly, "Can it think?" "You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred fires; and can recite procedures in their sleep that are needed to care for a person until they reach the hospital. And all the while they have to keep their wits about themselves. This Firefighter also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with a scene full of pain and hurt, coaxing a child's mother into letting go of the child so that they can care for the child in need. And still they rarely get the recognition for a job well done from anybody, other than from fellow Firefighters." Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Firefighter. "There's a leak", she pronounced. "Lord, it's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel. "It's a tear from bottled-up emotions for fallen comrades. A tear for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the flag. It's a tear for all the pain and suffering they have encountered. And it's a tear for their commitment to caring for and saving lives of their fellow man!" "What a wonderful feature Lord, you're a genius" said the angel. The Lord looked somber and said "I didn't put it there."
"Hey Mom!" he yelled from the attic door "What's these old boots and hard hat for?" With a lump in her throat and a tear-stained cheek, His mother swallowed and started to speak. "Come here, my son", his mother said, "There's things to tell when I clear my head." The past raced madly through her mind. She searched her heart, the words to find. At last she sighed and rubbed his hair and the words that followed I'd like to share. "Those old boots and hat", she said with pride, "Were worn by a man with grit inside. He wore them to help people in need, though facing danger, would never concede, Many a time in the dead of night, he jumped in those boots and flashed out of sight, To answer a call, and not knowing for sure what danger or heartache he may have to endure. Your father, my son, was not like most dads; it was mainly because of the job he had. His life was devoted to all of mankind, and just why he chose it is unclear in my mind. But I'm proud to say that I was a part of a man who possessed such a courageous heart. Though, for all his discomfort and all of his pain, the time he spent here was never in vain. So the memories I'll keep and the love I will save, though small consolations for the life that he gave. Your father's days here made others seem brighter, for your father, my son, was a firefighter."
When I am called to duty, God Wherever flames may rage Give me strength to save a life Whatever be its age.
Let me embrace a little child Before it is too late Or save an older person from The horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert And hear the weakest shout, and quickly and efficiently To put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling To give the best in me, To guard my friend and neighbor And protect their property.
And, if, according to your will, I have to lose my life, Please bless, with your protecting hand, My family and my wife.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town, the fire siren echoed blaring its sound. The firefighters came running from far and from near, and raced to the trucks quickly donning their gear. And I in my bunkers my boots and my hat, jumped to the engine to see where the fire's at. Down at the corner of Fifth and of Oak, the dispatcher informed us of a house filled with smoke. Smoke poured from the sides, from up and from down, yet up on the roof there was none to be found. So up to the rooftop we raised up a ladder, and climbed up to see what was the matter. I came to the chimney and what did I see, but a fellow in red stuck up to his knees. Well we tugged and we pulled until he came out, then he winked with his eye and said with a shout. "These darn newfangled chimneys they make them too small, for a fellow as I, not skinny at all." With a twitch of his nose he dashed to his sleigh, and called to his reindeer, "AWAY now, AWAY." As we rolled up our hoses he flew out of sight, saying: "God bless our firefighters" and to all a good night. located at: http://www.primenet.com/~kringle/firexmas.html
The FireFighter's 12 Commandments
These commandments were found in an article written in the FFMA paper. The author was not listed.
My father was fireman. He drove a big red truck and when he'd go to work each day he'd say, "Mother wish me luck." Then Dad would not come home again 'til sometime the next day. But the thing that bothered me the most was the thing's some folks would say, "A fireman's life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays, and sometimes he won't fight a fire for days and days." When I first heard these words I was to young to understand but I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a hand. Then my father went to work one day and kissed us all goodbye, but little did we realize that night we all would cry. My father lost his life that night when the floor gave way below, and I'd wondered why he'd risk his life for someone he did not know. But now I truly realize the greatest gift a man can give is to lay his life upon the line so that someone else might live. So as we go from day to day and we pray to God above, say a prayer for your local fireman. He may save the one's you love. -Jim Martinez, IAFF 7th District Vice President |
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