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There are several of our Firefighters now deployed overseas, one is from my Station, I am collecting items on a list that one of them made before he was deployed again for the second tour, just a month ago, The earthquake in Haiti caused several more to be deployed. I have been assigned to send my first one in May, so I have time, I would like to make it a nice one, full of little things they can use or give to the locals as gifts! If you are interested in helping, just let me know, I can send you a page to print out, place in on a 5 gallon bucket at a store where you have permission, collect it once a week and when you have collected some, send it to me and I will put in into a parger pacakge and mail it to them! Thanks!

While trying to check the welfare of a one such an older man several years ago, I came across a very common problem for the Emergency Worker, a dog, a big dog,  mean big  dog. It did not start off as a big dog, but a little dog turned into a big dog. Let me explain.

As with other older persons with a medical alarm, Frank was no different, even after we explained it to him at least a dozen times he still did the same thing again and again. With his medical alarm it was always the same, Frank would leave his house and forget he had the medical alarm around his neck. When he got to the end of his range for the medical alarm it would send an emergency signal to the alarm company

   We helped him with the illness and subsequent death of his wife; in fact we were on the call when his wife died. they had been married for 57 years when she died, Frank was as nice as he could be, he had been in WWII, had some sort of medals, but never really told us much about them. His yard had a four foot chain link fence; inside that fence was a little dog. It was a little shaggy flea bag mutt named Buster. Buster would try his best to bite us every chance he got. Being as savage as his little five pound body would or could be.

Frank loved that little dog even more than he did himself, he showered Buster with love and affection, he bought him steak, Frank would eat hamburger.

Because of the little dog, we had a routine, one Firefighter would shake the fence to distract the dog and the other would go and check the house to see if Frank was home or hurt. We would get the hidden key, go inside and look around to make sure that he was not home, you just never know!

  We went to his house as always, we were about half way up the sidewalk to the door when we heard a wolf growl from up under the house. We looked at each other and stopped dead in our tracks!

We both saw a monster coming from under the house; we saw this beast frantically clawing his way out from under the house he was huge! His mouth was as wide as the Tyrannosaurus Rex…. dogs that eat fireman and their partners. We ran to the fence, and tried to open it in a panic…we did not have enough time and we vaulted over it from a standing position.

My foot caught the top of the fence, I tumbled over and I fell on my face, I jumped up and turned around just in time to see my partner make his leap, as he jumped I saw that the little dog had him by the pants leg…… his tighty whiteys now showing and also exposed was a fresh scratch about a foot long, a trickle of blood was coming from it…

Partly used can of Pepper spray that the Cops gave us last shift….. The big bad dog yelped as if hit by a speeding car, turned and never stopped yelping. He then placed his face to the ground and ran straight away, he rolled over and got up again and ran with his face on the ground, in an effort to rub the offending pepper out of his eyes…..

The big dog grabbed the Buster in a rage, biting him and shaking him like a rag doll. Both of our jaws dropped, our eyes popped open and a feeling of total helplessness swept over us.

Our act of revenge had cost Buster his life…. Buster landed in a heap near the fence where we were, he was yelping and howling so much! Our hearts felt for him as he continued to yelp. He bounced up and ran under the house,

   We did not tell anyone what happened. We reported that the man was not home and that we were out of service and returned to the station to clean up….two hours latter we made up an excuse to go by Franks house to check on him.

 The dog still had a piece of ham in his mouth. A nice small circle with blood still coming out of it was in the middle of his forehead….. he was digging a hole…. old guy said, “You boys help me enough, I will do this”,  In almost unison we said” we’ll help” and I drug the big dog nearer the hole and we took turns digging the hole deeper than it should be, I think in part to cover all of the evidence against us.

We went to Franks yesterday, he is dead…..I felt a wave of grief over take me…, I fought back tears….. He left a letter addressed to you two….

I opened the letter, it was hand written by Howard. With a quavering voice I read it out loud. In it he thanked us for all of the care we had given him over the years, he named us both, he thanked us for helping him nurse Buster back to health and thanked us for not telling on him…… He said that he loved Billy and Bobby as if they were his own Sons; it was then that I broke down and started crying….

 Phil from C shift picked up the letter and finished reading it for me! He said we should be proud and hold our chest out like men, as it takes a man to care for someone as much as we did him. How he knew what kind of men we were, how he would have died for us.

   Phil was still reading the letter when a call came in for a car wreck on the interstate with entrapment, we still had tears welling in our eyes,” You want us to take the call, Phil asked? I looked at Bobby; he wiped his eyes and shook his head no! I looked at Phil and said,

 “No thank you my Brother” gave him a nod and a handshake, and ran to get into the Rescue to help someone else who needed us!

I have adopted a couple of deployed soldiers stationed in Irag and Afgan, I am going to be collecting items and shipping them once every other  month to a different guy who has been deployed over there from our local Firefighters or if I am made aware of it I will send a package to another deployed Public servant! E mail for details! I am placing a 55 gallon container at the local Publix in Venice, still working out details with the management there! If you know of a business where I can place one in Palmetto or Ellenton, please let me know! Thanks!

Went to a very special B day party today, Shirley is now 70, she is a beautiful woman in appearance and spirit! Good Luck and let me know if you want me to go on that trip to Alaska with you!!!!! YOU GO GIRL!!!! Thanks to Mark and Michelle for all their hard work in making this happen! Thanks for inviting me!!!

got called into a very, very wealthy neighborhood on Casey Key…. as we walked in the house a neighbor was standing in the doorway…. her hand over her face….pinching her nose shut. That gesture by itself tells you, right away that poop is not far away! I noticed that it happened to have footprints in it…. looked down at her shoes and, sure enough, there was a brown…substance on her shoes…side and sticking out… the bottom…the top of her very nice classy looking shoes….holding her nose, she slowly looked down. sent a chill down our spines; to say it caught us off guard would be vastly understating the point. It made my legs weak, some people, just don’t react well to poop on their shoes, I thought it best not to tell her about the….

We were well prepared for the second scream, as we kind of saw it coming.

Here is another segment of a chapter, it is about bodily fluid, seems Firefighters/Paramedics have a lot of these calls, seems Mr. Policeman will wait outside until we show up for these!! REALLY???? LOL

Once a man has heard a scream that he knows means his death, he changes, well at least his underwear, Tims scream made me do that!

The call came in as an ill person, which in Emergency workers eyes can mean almost anything! It can range for an actual ill person, to a multiple shooting, and NO I AM NOT KIDDING!!!…….. …My partner Tim walked to the front door, saying “Fire dept” over and over again, in an effort to get someone’s attention. No answer, we walked to the door, Tim knocked on the front door with the flashlight,……. A guttural scream is one that comes from your feet and works its way up to your mouth, all the while gathering momentum and strength……. Tim’s scream caught me by surprise, I did not see the mans face in the window until I was on my way down from apparently trying to jump to the roof of the house to get away from the danger that Tim had obviously faced…from my point of view, I was about to be killed by a madman with an AXE! After, peeling parts of the side of the building off with my fingers and shoes, in my effort to avoid death. I came back to rest on the front porch… I looked and the disfigured man in the window…. His ears were gone, eyelids rebuilt… She was really weak and exhausted, the tables were now turned, and he now was her caretaker, …….. this Son was going to take care of his Mom, no nursing home for her. They would take care of each other until death claimed one of them!

Well I screwed up and deleted a nice entry at 0130, so I am trying it again, I am putting small parts of the individual chapters of my book on the blog for you to read and see if you are interested in reading more, I have over thirty years of experience in actually going on, and listening too many, many weird, unusual, strange calls. All of my friends and Family love to hear these calls, so I am putting them in a book form for all to enjoy. Each chapter is a seperate experince and story for you to enjoy and relate too.  For anyone who ever worked, or had Family who works in Public service, this book will be a Godsend. You will see that who ever it was, was not really crazy, but they had seen, heard and or did some weird stuff! Dark and scary road is based on a true story told by an antimated Firefighter/Paramedic! It is a funny story, but like all the experiences of Cops, firefighters, paramedics, nurses, Doctors, they start out one way and end up another! The experience becomes much more. It can and sometimes becomes a part of you life!  All of them can be funny, but they can be way not funny, they can be ones that are filled with raw, real emotions and feelings.  Fear, love, pain and many other feelings confront the Public servant on any one call, YOU JUST NEVER KNOW!.We can laugh all the way back to the Station, or fight back the tears all the way back! That is the way of the Firefighter and Paramedic, for the call can be just like life, emotional and confusing. It sometimes is a mystery until its over! I hope this small teaser will make you want to read the rest of it, whenever I get the system ready to distribute it on line! As always thanks for your support!  Bee safe out there!!! No buzzing around!!! While on duty at least! It sound be available through E book form in about a month