No one knows the abject fear of running into a burning building. Unless he has done it. No one feels the anguish of a mother who sees her baby daughter trapped behind a burning door. Unless she has seen it herself. No one can explain the senseless loss of life that results from just one careless moment. There is no explanation. No one knows the agony of a wife and mother who gets the telephone call late into the night that her husband and father to her children will never come home again. No one. The Fireman's Prayer was written under these circumstances. Tradition has it that this prayer was a personal, agonized outpouring from a young fireman who had himself survived the flames, but had been powerless to save three helpless children from the awful death that engulfed them in smoke and flame, unable to escape an apartment fire. As he and his companions fell back in defeat and despair, the children succumbed: the windows had been fitted by the landlord with steel security bars. The firemen were unable to free the trapped children. In shock, anguish, and spiritual stupor, the fireman, A. W. Smokey Linn, penned this personal prayer, a plea to the Heavens to somehow make this moment right. And if not right, understandable. And if not understandable, bearable. The Fireman's Prayer is a prayer to unite communities, express love and devotion to family and friends, and to plead for the value of a soul before God Almighty. It is a Sacrament.