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I Wish You Could

I wish you could see the sadness of a business man as his livelihood goes up
in flames or that family returning home, only to find their house and
belongings damaged or destroyed.

I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom for trapped
children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you
crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns.

I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 A.M. as I check her husband
of forty years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping against
hope to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his
wife and family to know everything possible was done.

I wish you could know the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of
soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the
sound of flames crackling, and the eeriness of being able to see absolutely
nothing in dense smoke--"sensations that I have becomed too familiar with."

I wish you could understand how it feels to go to school in the morning after
having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire.

I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire, `Is this a
false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed?
What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?' or to an EMS call, `What is wrong
with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in
distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?'

I wish you could be in the emergency room as the doctor pronounces dead the
beautiful little five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the
past twenty-five minutes, who will never go on her first date or say the
words, "I love you Mommy!", again.

I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, the
driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and
again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield right-of-way at an
intersection or in traffic. When you need us, however, your first comment upon
our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!"

I wish you could read my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years
from the mangled remains of her automobile, `What if this were my sister, my
girlfriend, or a friend? What were her parents' reactions going to be as they
open the door to find a police officer, HAT IN HAND?'

I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my
parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that you nearly did not
come home from this last call.

I wish you could feel my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically,
abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of, "It
will never happen to me."

I wish you could realize the physical, emotional, and mental drain of missed
meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the
tragedy my eyes have viewed.

I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a
life or preserving someone's property, of being there in times of crisis, or
creating order from total CHAOS.

I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on
your arm and asking, "Is my mommy o.k.?" Not even being able to look in his
eyes without tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to
have hold back a long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue
breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You knowing all
along he did not have his seat belt on--sensations that I have become too

Unless you have lived this kind of life, you will never truly understand or
appreciate who I am, what we are, or what our job really means to us.

-Randell Broadwater, Firefighter/EMT-A
Some lines written by
Jason Kopacko



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