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    Registered User SeaBreeze's Avatar
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    Jan 2002

    I Wish You Could Know

    Found this on the FFs' Wives site. I hope it makes us all stop and think.

    I Wish You Could Know

    I wish you could know what it is like to search a
    burning bedroom for trapped children at 3 AM, flames
    rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning
    as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as
    the kitchen below you burns.

    I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 6
    in the morning as I check her husband of 40 years for
    a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to
    bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late.
    But wanting his wife and family to know everything
    possible was done to try to save his life.

    I wish you knew 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, the eeriness of
    being able to see absolutely nothing in dense
    smoke-sensations that I've become too familiar with.

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

    I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a
    building fire "Is this a false alarm or a working
    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 a doctor
    pronounces dead the beautiful five-year old girl that
    I have been trying to save during the past 25 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, squad, or my personal vehicle,
    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 the 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

    I wish you could know my thoughts as I help extricate
    a girl of teenage years from the remains of her
    automobile. "What if this was my sister, my girlfriend
    or a friend? What were her parents reaction going to
    be when they opened the door to find a police officer
    with hat in hand?"

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

    I wish you could know how it feels dispatching
    officers, fireman and EMT's out and when we call for
    them and our heart drops because no one answers back
    or to here a bone chilling 911 call of a child or wife
    needing assistance.

    I wish you could feel the 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 or missed meals, lost sleep and forgone
    social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my
    eyes have seen.

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

    I wish you could understand what it feels like to
    have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking, "Is
    Mommy okay?" Not even being able to look in his eyes
    without tears from your own and not knowing what to

    Or to have to 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 know all
    along he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation
    that I have become too familiar with.

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

    I wish you could though.

    -author unknown-

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    Jul 2003
    Fletcher, Oklahoma

    I do know

    The words that you posted are real and true and most people
    don't realize at all what we in this line of work go through on a
    day to day bases.
    Those words brought tears to my eyes as to the truth that they
    say. The only other people who would know to some extent of
    this are those of us who have worn or still wear two uniforms
    1: For the Fire, Law Enforcement, EMS and Dispatchers
    2: For the military service eather in Active, Reserve or Guard.
    God be with you


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