National Fallen Firefighters Foundation

Roll of Honor

Age: 45
Year of Death: 2009

Kyle W. Perkins

Kyle W. Perkins was born June 19‚ 1963‚ in Houston‚ Texas. He attended public schools in Houston and in Whittier‚ California‚ before graduating with the Kilgore High School Class of 1981. He attended Kilgore College‚ where he was a member of the marching band and the stage band.

While in high school‚ Kyle worked with his grandfather‚ Marvin Baird‚ at Baird Tire Company‚ of which he eventually became the owner and operator.

Kyle was one of the youngest members of the Kilgore Rotary Club‚ serving twice as its president. He is also a Paul Harris Fellow. Kyle’s passion for the outdoors spilled over into helping our youth as an assistant Scout master of BSA Troup 252 and into his involvement with ‘The Pineywoods Buck Skinners‚’ an 1800s mountain men re-enactment group. Kyle enjoyed singing with the male chorus ‘The Sound Connection’ and with the ‘Sabine River Bottom Tune Shiners’ quartet.

Kyle’s passion for service to others extended in his more recent work with the Kilgore Rescue Unit‚ the Kilgore Fire Department‚ and ParaSafe. His family has been a longtime member of the Chandler Street Church of Christ‚ where Kyle served as a deacon.

Kyle Perkins died from injuries sustained in a fall from an aerial tower during training at the Kilgore College Fire Academy.

Kyle is survived by his wife‚ Linda Perkins‚ of Kilgore; a daughter‚ Laura Perkins‚ of Austin‚ Texas; a son‚ Travis Perkins‚ of Searcy‚ Arkansas; his mother‚ Loree Baird Perkins Samford‚ of Kilgore; his father‚ William Lee Perkins‚ of Kilgore; a sister‚ Lanea Cope‚ of White Oak; his parents-in-law‚ Larry (Carlene) Partain‚ of Longview; two brothers-in-law‚ Alan (Courtney) Partain‚ of Leesburg‚ Virginia‚ and Steven (Cheri) Fallis‚ of Portland‚ Oregon; three nieces‚ La Rea Fallis‚ of White Oak; Danielle Fallis‚ of Longview; and Lashea Cope‚ of White Oak; and several aunts‚ uncles‚ cousins‚ nieces‚ and nephews.

‘The Lord is my rock‚ and my fortress‚ and my deliverer; my God‚ my strength‚ in whom I will trust; my buckler‚ and the horn of my salvation‚ and my high tower.’ – Psalm 18:2

William Gray Parsons was born on August 22‚ 1950‚ to Albert Turner and Ruby Dequasie Parsons. He was taken from his family‚ community‚ and the fire department while doing what he loved more than anything-helping people in need.

Gray graduated from West Wilkes High School in 1968. He worked with the North Carolina Department of Corrections for 18 years and was very involved as a member of the Prison Emergency Response Team (PERT). He married me‚ Lorinda Triplett‚ on April 23‚ 1979. We had two children‚ Nicholas and April‚ and Gray had a daughter‚ Susan‚ from a previous marriage.

Gray loved the holidays. As our children were growing up‚ he would come through the door ‘ho‚ ho‚ ho-ing’-to send our peeking daughter back to bed while gifts were being put under the tree-or cover the hole in our son’s door with wrapping paper covered in small‚ green Christmas trees. In later years‚ Gray also treasured decorating the Christmas tree with Susan‚ whom he hadn’t seen in many years‚ as she was raised by her mother in Florida. He also enjoyed riding in the county Christmas parade on the Forest Service float alongside Smokey the Bear.

My husband loved bluegrass music and bagpipes‚ especially Amazing Grace. While April was in high school‚ Gray was very involved with the marching band‚ hauling and setting up equipment during football games and out-of-town exhibitions. He was very proud of Nicholas as he completed basic training for the United States Marine Corps.

Gray enjoyed working on his ‘Tonka Truck‚’ an old fire truck that he was restoring. I would take him sandwiches and coffee while he was hard at work. When I participated with a local theater group‚ Gray ran lines with me and helped backstage with props. Gray and I also visited with his longtime friend who was battling cancer‚ and Gray helped with yard work around his home.

Whenever his pager went off‚ Gray would ‘fly up’ and out the door‚ many times stumbling around searching for his boots. I used to tell him‚ ‘If you slow down‚ you would get there faster.’ When he ran out the door‚ I never knew when he would come back. He would tear out of the driveway‚ gravel flying and dust billowing‚ as he made his way to wherever he was needed.

Gray left behind a loving wife and children‚ four grandchildren-one of whom is named for him-and extended family‚ all of whom miss him greatly.

‘Greater love hath no man than this‚ that a man lay down his life for his friends.’ – John 15:13

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  1. Kyle Perkins was my uncle. To this day you can say his name in the town of which he served and you can get so many amazing stories. He touched lives wherever he went. Kyle was my role model and is the reason I myself am joing the fire academy and hopefully will get to serve with the men he did. My uncle made a print on this world that will never be forgotten.

    – Lashea Perkins