Have you ever been shot at? I don't recommend it. Yeah, you're probably wondering why I'm even joking about this. But after everything Nancy and I have been through these past few months, if I really were to dwell on it all, I think they would have to put me in a straightjacket and lock me away.
They say that the measure of a man (or a woman) is how well he/she deals with adversity. And today, my station family measured up pretty damn well. We took care of our own. Under fire. And with little regard for our own personal safety. I have to say, one of the things that I love most about this job is that we put others first. We live to serve. We save lives. And when one of our people is down, we rally... we don't give up... we put it all on the line because, just like in the Army, no one gets left behind.
Then, back at the ranch (a.k.a. the hospital), well... Don't be too hard on Diana. She was dealing with a lot while all this was going on. Badges getting shot at. Losing patients. And being faced with her current... what am I? Her lover? Let's go with that... her current lover's ---um--colorful past? I don't blame her for wigging out a bit. But mostly, I'm glad she came around. Because, the truth is, she's not a... what did she call it? "A random hook-up." She's something pretty damn special.
Well, I'm out. Coming down off the adrenalin of bullets whizzing past your head takes a little work. Take it easy and be safe out there...
Pace a voi.
