Charles McMullen (24th March 1955 / Eastleigh, Hampshire.)
Inferno in Shirley
Into the hellfire you scrambled for us,
You went in with a ferocious cuss.
Flames all around you searched and found,
You did not do it for the Sterling Pound.
Onwards you struggled through the searing heat,
So many would say an Heroic feat.
However, you were trained to do your job,
You’d rescue the frail; and even the yob.
Your hearts were on the task that night,
Residents and you were given a fright.
You lengthened the lives of many a man,
In the smoky building that you did scan.
Your colleagues around supporting the team,
But you felt your job had become a dream.
Now you’re at rest and your family thrive,
And many are pleased that they are alive!
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