My father's hats

September 8, 2016

I find it slightly sad that my father's old helmets all sit, gathering dust in his garage. They are all different shapes. Each a testament to the decades that rolled by during his time in the fire service. Each is bashed and scarred, but every one of those scratches tells a story. A life saved. 

 

 

 

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