Firefighter Appreciation Quotes

The [ military ] lawyers I saw there had about as much in common with the man who had defended me at fifteen as automated machine rifle fire has with farting. They were cold, professionally polished and well on their way up a career ladder which would ensure that despite the uniforms they wore, they would never have to come within a thousand kilometres of a genuine firefight. The only problem they had, as they cruised sharkishly back and forth across the cool marble floor of the court, was in drawing the fine differences between war (mass murder of people wearing a uniform not your own), justifiable loss (mass murder of your own troops, but with substantial gains) and criminal negligence (mass murder of your own troops, without appreciable benefit). I sat in that courtroom for three weeks listening to them dress it like a variety of salads, and with every passing hour the distinctions, which at one point I'd been pretty clear on, grew increasingly vague. I suppose that proves how good they were.

Go! Take her to that bitch therapist you were fucking yesterday! I don’t need you or Amira; that damn kid is weighing me down. She’s just like her no-good father! She doesn’t appreciate me or what I do for her, so good riddance!

No. They see how sexy I am, they appreciate my big breasts and the jiggle in my ass when I walk. They make me see myself how I wish I had seen myself from the beginning. Not as a collection of flaws to hide and fix, but as a stunning, empowered, and curvaceous woman who can keep not just one but two sexy as sin firefighters burning up for me.

As a young Marine, I knew the seconds I’d live. I knew every one. The kind of institution that says, “You will live for exactly seventeen seconds in a firefight,” the kind of people who thrive on that kind of morbid detail, also appreciate absolute concepts like, good and evil, and allies and enemies, and right and wrong, and carrot or the stick.

Someone has put a huge sign across the World Financial Center reading WE WILL NEVER FORGET. It ripples gently in the wind above a thrirty-foot-wide American flag. I appreciate this sentiment, and the fact that it has been stated in twenty-foot-tall lettering. But I can't help thinking, we do forget. Ultimately, we find that it is almost always in our interest to do so, for our own benefit as a society.

The medics were the most popular, respected, and appreciated men in the company. Their weapons were first-aid kits, their place on the line was wherever a man called out that he was wounded. Lieutenant Foley had special praise for Pvt. Eugene Roe. “He was there when he was needed, and how he got ‘there’ you often wondered. He never received recognition for his bravery, his heroic servicing of the wounded. I recommended him for a Silver Star after a devastating fire-fight when his exploits were typically outstanding. Maybe I didn’t use the proper words and phrases, perhaps Lieutenant Dike didn’t approve, or somewhere along the line it was cast aside. I don’t know. I never knew except that if any man who struggled in the snow and the cold, in the many attacks through the open and through the woods, ever deserved such a medal, it was our medic, Gene Roe.

he was important in the brilliantly modern way that teachers, firefighters, and nurses are important: essential workers who earn fancy days of appreciation on the calendar, words of praise in every politician’s mouth, and murmurs of thanks from people at restaurants. Indeed, discussions of the intense value of these professions crowd out other more mundane conversations. Like ones regarding salary increases. As a result, Painter didn’t make much

In this, he was important in the brilliantly modern way that teachers, firefighters, and nurses are important: essential workers who earn fancy days of appreciation on the calendar, words of praise in every politician’s mouth, and murmurs of thanks from people at restaurants. Indeed, discussions of the intense value of these professions crowd out other more mundane conversations. Like ones regarding salary increases.

Just like we would be grateful for and welcome a qualified firefighter to save us from fire, or a qualified lifeguard to save us from drowning, we ought to be grateful and appreciate the One Being qualified to save our souls. In the long run it is to our advantage.

After a distinguished 22-year career as a firefighter and EMT, Russell Dewes shifted to real estate investment and managing Jolly Group LLC’s franchise. Residing in Crown Point, Indiana, he enjoys outdoor pursuits like camping and golf. His life exemplifies resilience, leadership, and a deep appreciation for nature and family.