A call rings out through the rain and cold,

There's a rollover on the interstate you have been told,

The sirens and lights break through the blinding rain,

Your moving fast because you know someone is in great pain,

Your ready to act as you arrive on scene,

As you leave the truck you hear a baby scream,

You pray to yourself "let this be a dream"

We grab our tools and start to the car,

With smoke rising from the overturned car,

One a fire/emt at the front door, one at the back,

Looking in to find a mother laying in the car on her back,

The baby is in the car seat, still strapped in,

We remove the scared baby, so careful and slow,

while loading the mother and packaging her to go,

her pulse is good, blood pressures low,

IC calls for the bird but the bird can't fly,

then we all get a sinking feeling inside,

We all climb in the bus,

organized chaos with no fuss,

We are packed in the ambulance, two patients plus five,

everyone doing something different, but we all coincide,

bleeding is stopped, she's on O2,

lines are ran, the baby fine witout a scratch,

We're enroute to the trauma center with a basic, paramedic and patients times two.

You find out two weeks later their both home and doing well,

Now we can put and end to two weeks of emotional hell.

Jeremy "pyro" Phillips

01-21-2008