They both grew up as buddies, so close throughout the years. Even fought a war together; to return amid the cheers.

Each settled down and married, two girls from high school days. And families soon developed, with loving kids to raise.

Though neither was related, one would never know. The kids would always holler: "Hi uncle Bill:" "Hi uncle Joe."

Firefighting beckoned, and they joined God's chosen few. As their fathers did before them, it was like a dream come true.

They each were pulling duty, when the box came in at ten. A call for all equipment and just as many men.

Arriving at the scene, the blaze was out of hand. flames shot from every window, and Bill took full command.

He reached the roof by ladder, with a hose line held in tow. When the structure fell from under, dropping him below.

Joe ran through the rubble; carried out his fallen mate. The Chief said sadly later, "I'm sorry it was too late."

"I wasn't too late, sir, though Bill's life had but seconds to run. For in those final moments, he managed to say... "I knew you'd come."

Author: author unknown

Submitted By: Justin Baird