Me: Hey Baby, how ya doing?
Her: Good, how's your drill going?
Me: It's a disaster. Do me a favor.
Her: Sure. What is it?
Me: Open up the safe and grab a shotgun, preferably the black one, and a box of shells, then come down here. Aim for the big, ugly guy (me) and start shooting. Don't stop until the box of shells is gone.
Her: That bad huh.
Me: Not really. Actually its going pretty good. It's just the chaos thing you know.
Her: Well, that's kind of your business.
Me: I know. Speaking of chaos, I gotta go. I'll call you tonight. Love you, bye.
Her: I love you too. Bye.
The Saint never did show up with the shotgun and we got through the regional MCI/Disaster drill just fine. I really hate these drills even though they are vital to our mission.
This one was a big one, with numerous fire agencies, ambulance companies and local government resources participating. Even the special kids, Haz-mat and heavy rescue, got to play
If they are planned properly, they will challenge the participants right up to the point of overload and keep them there for a while. I always learn something. It's always a good review and I usually feel good about it when I am done.
Still I hate them, especially the early portion of the drill when chaos is still on the field and control is still on the sidelines. Whether as a "First In" unit, or whether I am filling an overhead position, the chaotic early stages always cause me some grief.
The Saint says it's a control issue. I tend to agree.
Thanks for reading,
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