My Captain spent the day, today, at a FEMA-required Urban Search and Rescue collapse rescue training…a sort of continuing education with his now decades-old participation with Maryland Task Force One. Montgomery County, Maryland, had an old warehouse they were going to demolish, but beforehand, in an astounding stroke of wisdom, they stocked the building up with mock emergencies like crushed cars and dummy-victims. THEN they demolished it, and set the collapse rescue techs of Maryland Task Force One on the rubble pile like a pack of dogs.
Well, actually, they do have dogs….
Anyway, I felt for My Captain today. He’s been doing this for so long, I know it is not as exciting as it must have been when he was first starting out, decades ago. He’s been around the block a time or two, and while, yes, there is always a new way to try things, and, yes, there are always fresh ideas to consider, and while, yes, you can never be over-prepared….today was raining torrentially, he had just recently finished a 48 hour shift, and it must have…oh, what is the word that would best suit…. oh yes…it must have SUCKED.
It had to. Can you tell from this picture how hard it’s raining on the pile? So yeah, it must have sucked. Rain. Rubble. Trash and unhealthy dust and ….
Oh, did I mention they were at it for 12 hours? Poor guys.
He called once during lunch break, and I asked him to take a few pictures. I’ve never been to that kind of training, and it’s such a big part of who he is….I wanted to share in it, if only vicariously.
In the past, he has taken pictures of the guys working, but he never sends pictures of himself. So I asked him particularly to do so. I want to see My Beloved, after all! Sure, the other guys are wonderful, but I ain’t a-married to them! I really wished to see him in his element. He’s got more years and experience than most people in this field… and I never get to see him in it!
He demurred. He doesn’t like to pose for pictures.
He refused. Said he was too busy to take the time.
He declined. Tried to change the subject.
( I’m scary like that. )
But Dang It! I want to see my husband’s beautiful mug! I was so glad he relented.
And this is what the turkey sent me.
Passive Aggressive Son Of A Biscuit.
It’s probably not even him.
As heroic as My Captain is, I have a hard time appreciating the manliness of what he does when he looks like Gumby….