I’ve seen or been a part of a wide spectrum of events during my life. Many of them have involved the fire service. That’s how it goes when you grow up in a firehouse and you learn the rules, codes (written and unwritten), and behaviors that co-exist with this type of life. Many of these traits are still held dear to me today and I try to practice them every time I get a chance.
The thing that stood out the most was the Brotherhood. I didn’t know the word “Brotherhood” or even what it meant at such a young age, but I could see that these firemen took care of each other. This behavior was visible on and off the job and is the foundation of what has turned into many life-long friendships.
I’ll have some stories to tell and examples to give, but the Brotherhood will show through in each example.
I was five years old when my parents decided to add on to our house. As was common practice back in the day, my Dad subcontracted all the work to firemen. They would make a little money and you’d get a good job at a great price. That is, if they didn’t do it for materials only! On one occasion, my mom and dad went to run an errand and I was left with a fireman who was one of my dad’s best friends (and still is today). He was busy painting part of the addition. The carpet had not been laid so there would be no chance for an accident. Little did we know, the accident was me. Long story short, I knocked over a gallon of light blue paint, which quickly spread over the sub floor. When my parents returned, there was no avoiding the spill. Dad asked, “What happened?” and the fireman replied, “Shit happens. I didn’t see the paint and knocked it over. I tried to clean it up the best I could”. Dad agreed and asked if he needed to go get more paint.
This fireman took care of me then, as he did for many years. He rose up through the ranks of the NFD and is now an assistant chief. He finally told my dad what happened about four years after the incident. The paint was spilled, it was an accident, and this mentor of mine didn’t want to see me get in trouble. This of one of many times that Brotherhood was shown to me by a family friend/fireman. Thanks, Chief Smith.
Unfortunately, I’ve had three of my four grandparents die in the last six years. All had lived long lives, but it’s still hard to deal with. The guys I work with were always there. There were phone calls, beautiful flowers sent to the funeral home, and many brothers that came to visitations on each occasion.
I’ll never forget the death of my Grandpa (the first of the three to go). All of our family was at visitation and the room was fairly full. I’ll never forget the feeling I had as my nine co-workers filed into the room. They brought comfort, peace, love, sympathy, laughter, etc…all the things that encompass this Brotherhood that we are speaking of. They met my family and stayed until visitation was finished. We all went out and ate afterward. The next day was the funeral, which was going to be extremely hard. It was my shift that day, so I knew my friends wouldn’t be around for comfort. I had to sing a song with my cousin and I knew it would be hard to complete the task. Five minutes before we started, the family filed into the auditorium. At the same time, I heard an old familiar Jake Brake engage outside the church. As I began to take my seat, the four members of 3 Truck “A” filed in wearing full dress uniforms. To say they turned everyone’s heads is an understatement. This event and many others over the years have kept me at NFD Station 3 for close to nine years. There have been marriages, births, holidays, rafting trips, a few promotions, and many shifts, but the quality of people has remained the same.
I’ve gone to deck building parties, put on shingles after storms, cleaned rental properties, put in hardwood floors, mowed grass, and the list goes on and on. I’ve been on the receiving end of many things, as well.
The on-duty things matter too: compromising on meal selections or the consideration of folding co-workers clothes when you take them out of the dryer to put yours in; swapping days off, so a friend can go to a kids ballgame or take in a training class; building training props that can be used to sharpen skills; or pulling off attack/supply hoselines and reloading them because their appearance doesn’t meet your shift’s standards. The life and times you share at the station or on the scene seal your bond with the individuals you work with. As my best friend says, “You did crime or time together”.
I started tagging along with my dad to various fire events when I was six years old. I made my first structural fire attack when I was seven. I began riding fire apparatus during this time as well. I have never stopped since. The many runs, training sessions, conversations, etc. have made me the fireman I am today. These opportunities presented themselves because somebody (in fact, many people) gave a shit. Taking time to care about me, my family, this profession, its traditions, and the brotherhood of the fire service made the difference…and it’s my duty to give this back. I was allowed to learn from some of the greatest and put the knowledge I gained to work under their supervision. It’s a gift that I can never give back, but only hope to repay by passing on to someone else.
I’ve been privileged to sit on several interview panels for hiring of new firefighters. One of my final questions is always “Why do you think you want to be a fireman?” I’ve heard a wide range of answers, but the one that normally shines through is the draw to Brotherhood. These applicants are fascinated by the thought of a second family, a tight-knit group, camaraderie, and sharing good and bad times with a “Brother”. The idea of knowing someone has your back through thick or thin is appealing to us all, and few professions even have the possibility for something so special to exist. If you have the opportunity to be that “Brother”, I hope you take it…as the gift will continue and not die with you.
A firefighter on my shift in Nashville is dealing with a tough family situation. His two-year-old daughter has cancer and it is in an advanced stage. I can only imagine the pain his family has and the times they are facing. Several brothers have taken off to go “ride” for this Firefighter so he can take care of his family needs. I only made a few fires with this Firefighter, as 3 Truck is the second due truck in his part of town. He has always been about business on scene, but is a nice guy as well. I had a few extra days, took off, and “rode” for him for 24 hours on a Sunday. The NFD’s newly promoted deputy chief (the top guy in the Fire Suppression Bureau, who works a 40-hour week/Monday-Friday) came in off-duty to take a Saturday 24-hour shift. The Chief of Department wouldn’t let the new deputy chief ride the back step of the engine, but he was allowed to work as the shift commander. This added an additional person to the manpower for the shift, allowing someone to cover the needed firefighter slot. Nobody told anyone they had to “ride” or come in, or give up time…they did it because it is the right thing to do, and because brotherhood does still exist in the fire service. I had always been very impressed with our new deputy chief, and he has many years with the NFD, but he really raised the bar with his commitment and “never forget where you came from” attitude to help a “Brother”
There are many more stories I would love to share, but I think you get the point that I’m trying to get across. The tradition of “taking care of our own” has existed for a long time, but could stand to be reinforced. There will be times that it’s easy to celebrate successes; like a promotion, kid’s graduations, marriage, births, etc. But with the good there comes the bad, and your “brother” will need you. Deaths, sicknesses, divorces, break-ups, and disappointments on and off the job will always be a part of life. There will be projects at home and around the station where help will be needed. Be the guy that they can depend on. Sign up for the station/shift picnic or canoeing trip. The life and times you share during “battle”, at the station, and off-duty build the bond and lets you know who you can believe in when you need them most.
So, when you hear “That Brotherhood bullshit is gone, and won’t be tolerated”….don’t drink the Kool-Aid. You might have to look for it harder than you did back in the day, but the tradition of “Brotherhood” and taking care of our own is alive and well in the fire service. It is up to you to live it, love it, and pass it on. There are some that will try to bring you down….”for personal reasons”, but the traditions of this craft were here when we came, and will hopefully be here when we’re gone.
This “Brotherhood” we speak of was put in place by many firefighters that came before us, so who are we to let it go by the wayside? Company moral will soar, you’ll form a cohesive team that is good at what they do, you’ll genuinely care for each other, and you’ll find yourself enjoying “The Job” more than ever before. This pride will be contagious, and others will want what you have. It won’t necessarily be easy, but if it’s worth having…it requires effort.
Train hard, remember fallen brothers, stay safe…and don’t let the “Brotherhood” die. The future of the fire service is in your hands. FTM-PTB.
Trey is the President of the Middle TN FOOLS and a Firefighter with Nashville Truck-3

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