by BRYAN HUI
on Wednesday, February 16, 2011 at 5:11pm
For the EMT's
We are the casualties hidden behind the sirens
Our war is on the streets of our own homes
Taught from the inception of our sad choices
Remember your ABC's and that we are not gods
But damn, a few trauma's later you feel as such
Adrenaline junkies and saving the world
Redemption the fastest one patient at a time
Maybe a thank you from someone never remembered
And you can arrive home and live like a hero
Suck down the cheap beer to drown out the evil
Try and remember through your canned dinner
What it was exactly that drove you to this hell
Great pay and appreciation for a days job well done
Long hours that cause you be a addicted
To something just a little bit stronger than speed
Only to find yourself years down the road
Trying to stomach the so common destitute realization
That in trying to make a difference you
Have become that ill advised eater of sins
Forced to suffer the truth of non-judgement
Perhaps recording pain and the reality of life
Will you take that reserved comfort for yourself
And shove it so hard to the fucking ground
That you feel the teeth loosening in your mouth
Because you know that all the memorials
To your fallen brothers most which you haven't met
Have nothing to do with your daily drudging
Through the blood, vomit and whiney bitches
Trailing sick memories in the back of the wagon
All the crying for lost loved one's with fake grins
That come accross your face almost daily
Because for everyday someone doesn't die
It's becomes a good day like a whimsical cliche
Because you know for all the empathy that you need
To hold back and survive is eventually going to kill you
Because halle-mother fucking-lujah you made that choice
Cause in truth we play god, not the all knowing one
Nah, the one that was given no powers,
Then tossed into the medical warzone
And told hey you dumbass make a difference
Heres a pair of trauma shears, some bandages
And if shit goes wrong, duck, take your measly pay and run
Cause in the end when all the excitement is passed
And you have become the forgotten stain on the memorial
No one will ever know that you were a casualty too.
Last Night's Local News [link]
The Emergency workers were moving to come out of their Ambulance and faced unexpected gun fire.
A moment later, the EMTs watched one of the men shot,
stubbling into the Hospital's Emergency Lot where the EMTs were posted.
The victim collapsed right in front of them spilling a river of blood - dying.
Police were not yet present,
and the shooters were still unidentified at the time...
Moving without hesitation, the EMTs had the stretcher lined up next to the man dieing,
and had him in their hands to pull him over onto it.
Suddenly, someone came over and stomped on that victim's head, crushing it into the cement
as the emergency workers tried to render aid -
the EMTs had the victim IN THEIR HANDS when this happened...
the bounced skull could be heard and felt against the cold ground.
And you might say...
something along the lines of
"Holy shit. I can't believe someone would commit this inhumane act
AND right in front of rescue authorities - inches away from their faces."
It would seem LIKELY that the man who was head-stomping the shooting victim right there in front of the two EMTs
WAS in fact the gun-man of this poor soul, or someone who was part responsible for the man's bullet injuries.
No... not so.
1) Turns out the victim on the ground was the man who STARTED the shooting event, killing another man
before being shot himself.
2) Turns out the head-stomper was seeking vengeance on the man that
the Emergency workers were trying to save.
The EMTs who handled this
went home thinking they were lucky to live in the midst of all the bullets flying,
and felt maybe the head-stomper would have tried to kill THEM
for trying to save a man who was obviously wanted dead.
Hours later it was revealed that the stomper was one of the "real" victims, Karmatically speaking.
Well... that made a world of difference in the minds of these rescue workers,
but the two EMTs involved called out today,
HAD TO, due to stress levels
and... they would have acted no differently on this homicide scene
knowing that the man they tried to save was actually the devil.
Their manager this morning said what's important is that
these two EMTs who are calling out of work
find shift replacements for tonight.
PERIOD. No discussion about job-related post traumatic support,
compensation time, debriefing...
nothing but a reminder about replacing themselves for the shift.
No concern about how the EMTs were doing at all.
"Camptown Ladies NEVER sang all the do-dah day
no, no, no..." [link]
End Times 125 : 25 - End of Days
"...So-Often-Bled is a Dark Workshop that anchors itself
in filled-out and complex visuals-
Creations that stir silent and curious stories from
the imagination of viewers who must fight to
unravel the mystery.
We also support very strange humor
that stifles and twists the tickle;
makes one look hard and laugh without exactly getting it.
Now let's go and over-work someone's brain today!!
Most importantly, there is no blood in our violence,
as we are truly So Often Bled."
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