Michael J. Lyons, FDNY, 33, of Hawthorne, NY and formerly of Yonkers, NY, died while heroically trying to save others on September 11, 2001 at the World Trade Center.
Robert Linnane was a horrible dresser. With the ridiculous bright red shorts that he jogged in while training to join the Fire Department and the mismatched get-ups that he called evening wear, he was a walking affront to the eyes.
FDNY paramedic Carlos Lillo, 37, worked out of Battalion 49, Astoria, Queens. A New York native, Lillo received his paramedic training at Booth Memorial Hospital (now New York Hospital of Queens). He worked for FDNY EMS (and NYC EMS prior to the merger) for 16 years.
Firefighter Daniel Libretti, 43, of Eltingville, was always looking for something to keep him busy. He was constantly in motion at home and in his career.
Neil J. Leavy always wanted to be where the action was. His dream came true when he was assigned to Engine 217 in Bedford-Stuyvesant, one of the busiest firehouses in the city. A firefighter, first grade, he served the department for nearly five years and received two unit citations for bravery.
Joseph G. Leavey was born on November 13th‚ 1955 to Mary and Joseph Leavey and grew up in the Inwood section of Manhattan. He attended Good Shepherd Grammar School graduating in June of 1969 and the former Power Memorial Academy where he graduated as class valedictorian in June of 1973.
Scott was 35 years old, and a firefighter from a firehouse near the South Street Seaport, Ladder 15(Rotation) and Ladder 163(assigned). On 9/11 he and 13 other firefighters assigned to that house died.
A neighboring volunteer fire company called the one in Roslyn, N.Y., for help on Thanksgiving 2000. A rescue specialist was needed to extricate a young man from a wrecked car.
The dented old car parked by Engine Co. 55’s firehouse didn’t look like much to the Secret Service. They wanted every vehicle within a 10-block radius cleared before President George W. Bush visited the Little Italy company, three weeks after the terrorist attack.
When Billy Lake was 7 years old and it was time for dinner, his mother, Helen, always knew where to find him: at the firehouse two blocks away, where Billy would peer at the trucks and chat with the men.