Wally Junior here;

    19 Dead Firefighters in Arizona this morning, the smoke still hangs heavy in the air, it's 7:00 AM and almost 100* all ready. Yarnell is about 50 miles straight north, they died up there in the tundra and scrub brush fighting a lightning caused Wild Fire, up there in the mountains just south of Prescott. Rugged terrain, strong changing winds caught them all, not by surprise either, they all dug in, but too late and not deep enough I guess, maybe it was this damned heat. It's almost 100* all ready and not even 7 O'clock yet; it's gonna' be 119* here again today. The air is smokey this morning, soot falls on the cars and side walks, we all wonder. Down here in Phoenix we smell smoke, heavy, thick smoke this morning. We look around to see soot falling, trails of lingering smoke form billowing clouds to the north... they change shape, well, it doesn't matter now, they're all with Jesus, up there in Heaven, now. Rest in Peace guys and gals of Granite Mountain Hot Shots. That was the entire crew, they're all gone now.
Still missin' you Dad, being as good as I can for the times they are a changin.' Boy, ain't that the truth!