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The firehouse alarm sounds. Then another and another. Cop cars and fire trucks go screaming past my house. Tons of them. I check the 911 app on my phone and see that there’s an MVA down the road. 

I can’t go—I’m about to start class for the new semester of the paramedic program at the community college—first day of patho is in 45 minutes on the other side of the river.

Then I hear the helicopter.

Okay… this is a bad one. 

I throw on my jacket (haven’t worn the local volly gear in a while), and head to the scene. Past a million cops, and beyond the yellow tape, a pick up truck is mashed nose first into a tree. A medic was instructing firemen who were about to start CPR. I helped him fetch a few things while he was on his phone with medical control—already looking to “call it”.

You do this long enough and you know when they’re gone just by the look on their face. The driver had that look. His twin brother, the passenger, died in the hospital later that night.  

The medic asked me to put a sheet over the driver, so I did. Then I went to school like nothing happened.  

14 Years

I wasn’t in EMS back then, but I was I was trained in high angle rescue.


More than anything I remember it feeling like I was in a Godzilla movie.


It was the little things, like chairs and shoes, that stuck out.


And of course the paper. All the fucking paper.


I was working out of a fire house, out in the sticks today.


Can you spot the “selfie”?


I couldn’t help but get all art school.


This fifty year old fire truck parked out back was too cool.


And on the other side of the station was this:


Steel from the Twin Towers.

(Appropriate on this, the 12th anniversary of the start of that stupid war
that had nothing to do with freedom, or 9/11).