We carry memories of damn near everything that has ever happened to us within the ken of our senses. Maybe even some memories we don't know about.

In the past two days I have helped with three Motor Vehicle Collisions. The patient count--that is, people needing ambulance transport to hospital--is nine. No deaths as yet. I always thought I'd become inured to the sight of trauma victims, but two from the past stay with me. There was nothing that different about them, because we deal lots with death. Just something about them that stuck. We undergo CISD after very bad calls, but sometimes it's the sound of a person in pain, a few words, or a look that stays. Rough as all that can be, and lots of people on the 'cat have been through similar stuff, I wouldn't want some hotshot with a hypo ridding me of memories. That just don't strike the right chord for this old boy's melody.