The First Responder Christmas Poem

Christmas First Responder

Marry Christmas First Responders 

On this Christmas holiday please remember those First Responders that are on the front lines.

This First Responder Poem is dedicated to:

Our military, thank you for being on the tip of the spear.  Our men and women fighting fires in California, keep your heads up, it will end soon.  The men and women of police, fire, and EMS that pulled the Christmas shift may your day be, well I won’t finish that statement for fear of the jinx.  For all of the Dispatchers, you are not forgotten on this day either, you are an important part of our teams and our lives. To all of the Emergency Managers working on this Holiday season, you too will be home soon with your families. Thank you for taking the heavy load this year.

Please read this poem and reflect on why we have chosen this job as a Fist Responder. It is never about us, it is about them. I remember what a friend of mine said on time after a bad call. It is not about how we feel today. It is about doing it again and saving the next family pain. Keep up the work my friends.

The First Responder Poem:

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through station
All was quiet except for our snoring dalmatian.
Our boots had been placed by the bunk sides with care
In hopes that the shift change would finally be here.

The lights were turned down and the TV was off
The rigs had been washed and the floors had been mopped.
Firemen and Medics lie nestled in bed
While visions of home life danced through their heads.

When out of the darkness, arose ringing and light
The Klaxton brought tidings of something not right.
The Firemen and Medics were dressed in an instant
Aboard their trucks and racing into the distance.

The moon on the breast of the newly fallen snow
Reflected the lights in a hellish, red glow.
The sirens, they wailed while the federal screamed
Moving too slowly, as if in a dream.

The wreckage was there and came slowly in sight
Lending fear, pain, and loss of our silent night.
Each of us thought of our own Wife, Daughter or Son
Each prayed in silence, “Let me save at least one.”

We leaped to the task without further a thought
And for more than two hours we worked and we fought…
To free the two drivers who hadn’t been thinking
their driving would suffer after a full night of drinking.

The smoke of the flares, and the stench of the blood
The screaming of metal as we rolled back the hood.
The cry of one driver, the whine of the Jaws
Putting fear aside, we never gave pause.

With one driver out, and the other pronounced dead
We focused our efforts on keeping our heads.
C-spine and backboard and IV in place
We loaded him up and we started the race.

The monitor showed a heart rate to slow
BP revealed a systolic too low.
Level of consciousness rapidly dying
Despite all of this…the Medics kept trying.

Atropine, Dopamine, Epi and more…
to keep our reason for being from opening death’s door.
We fought and we prayed and tried all that was known
While trying to believe fault wasn’t our own.

The sun, she was rising as we reached the ER
We’d given all that we know and all that we are.
The Doctors pronounced with barely more than a glance.
And gone in a blink, was the patient’s last chance.

The ride back to the station was quiet, and then…
Despite what we’d been through, the singing began.
At first, it was one and then all followed suit
This effort together was merely the fruit…

Of a labor that however needlessly born
Was one of a million we knew we had shared.
As we sang out the words of the song, “Silent Night”
We acknowledged to ourselves that we put up a good fight.

The punch of the clock, the start of a car
we all realized and loved who we are.
And on Christmas morning, as we all drive away…
We know we’ll all try in a couple of days…

To give someone back their one chance to live
No matter how hard or how much we must give.
So please, when you pray for this new Christmas morn
Add something for us, and for all that we’ve borne.

Merry Christmas to all my brothers and sisters in EMS,
Fire and Police. We’re all here together, and we all
come back another day. Love you all.

Anonymous

EM Weekly Year In Review 2017

To end this First Responder poem, I hope you all have a safe Holiday Season and a wonderful New Year. And if you have some time Check out our Year In Review 2017

 

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About Todd De Voe 81 Articles
Involved in Emergency Response, Emergency Management, Education and Volunteer Management for over 25 years.Served as a Corpsman assigned to the Fleet Marine Force of the United States Navy. I now teach Emergency Management at Coastline Community College, I am also the Host of EM Weekly.

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