I had to work but now feel like I was there. I'm so impressed with what looks like a dignified, fitting tribute to a hero. Thank you for covering it for us to see Walter.
I was in B'ville today around 5pm and didnt' know about this funeral. I was at the train track near greenwood st. and saw many firetrucks coming out of the road to the cemetary. I was wondering what was happening. I also saw lots of people dressed up walking from the herald gazette building over the tracks to the 1st baptist church, but no cars around.
Thanks, Walter for the beautiful photos. Britton was a true hero, and the ceremony is fitting to his heroic battle with cancer. God bless all firefighters, EMT's, and police officers around the country. God bless Britton's family!
Sad to hear of his death. What a wonderful way to honor someone like Britton. I'm glad that his little girls will know what an impact their dad made to the community. He was a great guy and put up a courageous fight. RIP and God Bless the Cauthen family.
THIS IS SO SAD TO HEAR. I MET BRITTON A FEW YEARS BACK AND HE WAS SUCH AN ANGEL ON EARTH. HE TRULY ADORED HIS WIFE, CHILDREN AND BROTHERS. HE WILL BE SORELY MISSED. THIS IS FOR YOU BRITTON
A Fallen Firefighter's Prayer
Brother, when you weep for me,
Remember that it was meant to be.
Lay me down and when you leave,
Remember I’ll be at your sleeve.
In every dark and choking hall,
I’ll be there as you slowly crawl.
On every roof in driving snow,
I’ll hold your coat, and you will know.
The house from which I now respond,
Is overstaffed with heroes gone.
Men who answered one last bell,
Did the job and did it well.
As firefighters we understand,
That death’s card dealt in our hand.
A card we hope we never play,
But one we hold there anyway.
That card is something we ignore,
As we crawl across a weakened floor.
For we know that we’re the only prayer,
For anyone that might be there.
So remember as you wipe your tears,
The joy I knew throughout the years.
As I did the job I loved to do,
I pray that thought will see you through.
Brit was a great friend and mentor to me. He was my Lieutenant and was always ready to help at a moments notice. I may have moved but I will never forget him. God Bless your family and be with them in this difficult time.
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A Fallen Firefighter's Prayer
Brother, when you weep for me,
Remember that it was meant to be.
Lay me down and when you leave,
Remember I’ll be at your sleeve.
In every dark and choking hall,
I’ll be there as you slowly crawl.
On every roof in driving snow,
I’ll hold your coat, and you will know.
The house from which I now respond,
Is overstaffed with heroes gone.
Men who answered one last bell,
Did the job and did it well.
As firefighters we understand,
That death’s card dealt in our hand.
A card we hope we never play,
But one we hold there anyway.
That card is something we ignore,
As we crawl across a weakened floor.
For we know that we’re the only prayer,
For anyone that might be there.
So remember as you wipe your tears,
The joy I knew throughout the years.
As I did the job I loved to do,
I pray that thought will see you through.