Number Eight

“Medic 9, take the response. 24 Right in Front of You Drive for the difficulty breathing. Enter through the back door.” Long Lost Sister and I sign out on scene as the dispatcher finishes talking. By dumb luck, the address truly was Right in Front of Us. Computer Aided Dispatch has worked for once. We… Continue reading Number Eight

Camp Fires

It's a cold night of epic proportions. The temperature dips below 0 degrees F. It's not actively snowing, but a brisk wind stirs the recently fallen snow, obscuring the world outside our plate-glass windows. I feel like a Civil War era soldier. My issued uniform is woefully inadequate for the conditions we face. Instead of… Continue reading Camp Fires