March, 30, 1964
Taken from the Daily-Citizen News, written by Rev. J. C. Williamson, Baptist Association Missionary
Tragedy has again stalked among us. I am an old fireman who spent 16 years of my life in the uniform of the Chattanooga Fire Department riding the big red wagons. I want to say a word for those who protect our life and property.
Each day of his life a firemen lives with the prospect of a tragedy like the one that befell our firemen this morning. Yet, they learn never to worry about it until it comes.
In my fireman days, which ended April 1, 1941, when I became an associational missionary. I saw tragedy over and over among my friends. Five minutes after I walked out of the Number Five Hall one afternoon my company went out on a run and ended up in a store in an intersectional wreck with ambulance also on emergency runs.