Angels in Boots and Blue Jeans
By Beth Miller
For Hanover Fire and Rescue
Standing in the hallway
Three o'clock in the morning
Staring at the cold harsh starry night
Waiting. Terrified.
Every second lasting a thousand years.
Wanting relief from this fear,
Someone who can take control
To escape the vast black vastness of unknowing
Nothing but darkness. Snow.
Cold. Shivering, but mostly from fear
Upstairs something is happening
Something we don't understand.
A man lays on the floor, unconscious
Collapsed in the night.
Every second brings new terror in the imagination
Helpless. The strong one has fallen.
Finally.
Headlights, cars, trucks
Descend into the driveway.
Awakened and risen from their warm beds
They brave the frigid night
To rescue the hurt and save the dying.
Real men with real jobs and responsibilities during the day.
But at night
They become
Angels in boots and blue jeans.