This post has nothing to do with my book (available in ebook, paperback, and hardcover!), which I’m sure you’ll find a welcome relief. In fact, it isn’t about writing or history at all. It’s about a question. A question which I frequently find myself being asked (as in once every few months). Though the person asking never asks it with malicious intent, it nonetheless invokes strong emotions in me. So consider this a PSA. The scenario usually unfolds like this:
“So you are a retired firefighter, right?”
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen?”
Do you really want to know? Do you really want that inside your head? Because I’d gladly give it to you if it meant it would be out of mine. Do you want to know the sound a person makes when they are on fire? Do you want to know what it is like to hold a teenager’s hand and have them say “Please don’t let me die”, and you promise them that you won’t, even though they are fading right in front of you and there is nothing else you can do. Do you want to know what it is like to keep working on a drowned toddler, though they are too far gone, for the sake of their parents who are standing over your shoulder. Do you want to know what a body looks like when it has been ejected from a vehicle and said vehicle has rolled on top of it? Do you want the smells? Blood, piss, shit, burned flesh, vomit, or my least favorite, blood mixed with alcohol. Do you want to see what an explosion does to a body? And these are just a few examples. I could go on, but I won’t.
What you are actually asking me to do is to relive my worst nightmare. You ask the question, but what you don’t see is that I won’t eat or sleep for days afterwards. You won’t see my hands shaking uncontrollably. You won’t see me alone in the dark, surrounded by ghosts. You won’t see my wife losing sleep to stay up with me. You won’t see me having difficulty performing the most basic of tasks. Sure, it passes eventually. But I’d rather not have deal with it to begin with.
I know, people are obsessed with the macabre. They watch serial killer shows. They slow down to gawk at traffic accidents. But real life isn’t a television show. Trust me, you don’t want what is inside my head. I never thought, as a young firefighter, that all these years later that I’d lose sleep at night over incidents long passed. But I do. I guess that means I’m human after all.
So ask me about the funny calls, and I’ll keep you laughing for weeks. You can even ask me about the most memorable calls, and I’ll gladly share. But please don’t ask me about the worst thing I’ve ever seen. My wife is my best friend. There are some things, however, that I haven’t even told her about. She doesn’t know the answer to that question, and so I’m certainly not going to share it with a stranger.
Some public safety personnel are perfectly okay with answering that question. That’s their business. But just because some are doesn’t mean that we all are. So unless you know someone really well, it is best to avoid asking something so blunt and potentially insensitive. Yes, I know, morbid curiosity and all that, but if we want to tell you, let us tell you in our own way.
5 thoughts on “Please Don’t Ask”
Those who ask such questions really have no conception of what real life horrors exist. Life is not a reality TV show for entertainment.
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Not a firefighter, but I know a lot of first responders and I am a survivor of multiple horrific traumas. I understand the haunting by ghosts and would not dream of making anyone relive them in their head for my entertainment. Having said that, boy, does it make me a more authentic writer. I don’t have to plumb somebody else’s depths to write real, believable, very human characters.
I think my career in the fire service gave me some insight into human nature with all its accompanying misery. That said, my novel deals with firefighters in Germany during World War Two. I was fortunate to be able to interview quite a few veteran firefighters who experienced working during air raids. I was still on the job at the time I conducted those interviews, and I think it helped them open up to me a bit more than they might otherwise, as we could talk as one professional to another.
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Poignant thoughts… something to chew on the next time you are tempted to ask a first responder about their most harrowing experiences.
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God bless you and thank you for your service!!!🙏💕🏆🇺🇸
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