It was the quote painted on one of the approximately seventy emergency vehicles that preceded Engine 1, today serving as the hearse for a 24-year-old firefighter. The engine he was driving ran off the road on New Year's Eve. There were nearly 600 people at the funeral, and the building lobby was spilling over with those who could not get into the hall. Fire departments from as far as Atlanta drove here to escort one of their own, killed in the line of duty.
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