It was our last day there, just finished up with the amazing 9/11 memorial, I wanted a hoodie or a shirt, one of the locals with us told us the firehouses sell thier own shirts and the money stays with them. Perfect. But the catch... we had 30 mins before we had to meet our ride to airport... screw it, let’s go! Fast hike/jog a few giant NYC blocks and we make it to Engine 7 Ladder 1. And walk in to see the engines at the ready and we announce our intentions, they say come on in to the back. Opens a locker with their own shirts and hats for sale. On top of that we meet the Battalion commander who was one of the first responders to 9/11.... he told us the story of that day and how most of his guys got out of tower one just before it fell. It was chilling and sobering to hear it first hand. In the middle of his storytelling the firehouse got a call and a bunch of the men jumped and engine number seven and raced out the door. The battalion commander didn’t even seemed rushed, he finished up with us and shook everybody’s hand before he got in his pick up truck to leave. I felt bad for keeping him, but he said no he wanted to spend some time with us, it was only a couple minutes after the big truck left that he went on his way.
So, if you find yourself in New York City in the Manhattan area I know at least two of the fire houses sell their own shirts to tourists, you just have to poke your head in and ask. I know these are progressive/liberal cesspool cities. But there are still honorable men
just trying to survive.
So, if you find yourself in New York City in the Manhattan area I know at least two of the fire houses sell their own shirts to tourists, you just have to poke your head in and ask. I know these are progressive/liberal cesspool cities. But there are still honorable men
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