Not a good day.

As I sit here this morning, I regret not listening to Emerson’s advice on knock out your blog post early in the week. In my mind though, I knew I had Thursday off and figured that would be a good time to catch up on some school work. Had I done this earlier in the week maybe I would have written on something more light and heart felt, but I only have one thing on my mind right now and I need to write about it.

It was about 7 pm last night when my wife called me and asked if I heard about anything happening to our friend who works with me. I will call him Larry just to protect his name. Not that any of you would know him, but also I can’t go into too many details because the nature of my job and the current situation. I told my wife I had not heard anything but I knew he was supposed to be flying tonight. If you all remember I am a Marine who works with helicopters currently. Anyways, I started texting and calling people to try and see what happened. I finally got the story of what happened and I was just at a loss of words. Without going into detail, I can tell you that he had an accident involving a helicopter while it was on the ground, he had to be taken to an intensive care unit right away and his status was not good. It was hard to try and tell my wife what had happened because I just could not believe it. Then I was up most of the night talking with friend trying to get updates on his status. Here it is 7 am and still no update. We all have to go into work at 9 am for a formation, after being in for 15 years, I know this formation is to officially get the word out to everyone on what happened. Hopefully we will get an update on the status of my friend. Hopefully it will be good news, but honestly I do not have a lot of hope right now.

I am hoping I have not lost another friend, a brother in arms. At the same time I have been wondering recently, how dangerous is my job compared to others that are not in the military. I have a brother who is a cop and a sister who is a teacher. For my brother and I, we at least know that we will have adherent risks in our job. As for my sister who teaches the 3^rd grade, she did not start her job thinking that she would have a risk of being in danger while at work. That is where we are at in America today though, I feel like if I am not currently in a combat zone, that my sister the school teacher might have a more dangerous job. That just makes me sick, I know I have switched gears a lot, but that is where my mind wanders to when I think of the horrible accidents I have seen in my line of work.

I am sorry for the depressing post, hopefully I will be able to reply with some good news here in the near future.