arguing with a fire pilot is a lot like wrestling with a pig in the mud: after a while you begin to think the pig likes it.
This section is dedicated to the EXPATS, a core essential corps of all FirePirates everywhere -- their history, their contributions, their experience, and (for those we lost) their memory.
EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES:
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth’s foundation fled,
Followed their mercenary calling
And took their wages and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood and earth foundations stay;
What God abandoned these defended,
And save the sum of things for pay.