“The ladies wait, while their men respond, united as one in a common bond. The bond of serving, each in their own way, the needs that arise, be what they may. The reheated meals, the unsipped drink, are a common occurrence, much more then you think. Its mostly routine and done without flair, the men return, their ladies are there. But then comes the call, the tough one to fight, a working fire that may last through the night. The ladies again wait, but this time they know, that sooner or later, they too will go. As they wait for the signal, the time draws near, for that sooner or later to be suddenly here, The men are all weary, some of them spent, the refreshments that arrive are like heaven sent. The auxiliary, in fact, is more than a name. So God when we pray for the firemen’s care, include the ladies, who were also there. “