The crew from the rescue was there, trying to decompress a little the way we normally do, by talking about it. Not about feelings or emotions but how things went on the call itself. You relive every second and go over every minute detail; not necessarily to second guess, although that happens, but to get the stress out. I’m not sure why it works, but it does.
One of the guys was second guessing himself in this case. The victim had third degree burns over about eighty percent of his body. If he lived, he would be horribly disfigured and probably lose some limbs. “Maybe we shouldn’t have…” he started. I stopped him right there.
“We don’t get to make that decision,” I told him. “It’s not your call. That’s for somebody else to decide, whatever your beliefs are. We go out and do the best we possibly can and let the chips fall where they may.”