Red spurting blood! Left arm!
Today was combat medicine. Yet another class that hammers home exactly what the other part of my job is and where I’m going.
Getting over the “that’s not my job” attitude is difficult, but that’s what this entire training has been about. Today was no different.
I can now close up a sucking chest wound, treat for shock, apply field dressings and tie off a tourniquet. I’ve had the training before, but today was so hands on it made the previous first aid training seem like a joke.
I can’t say I’m just a writer or photographer anymore. It’s a good feeling. I feel more comfortable with what is expected of me. I’m no less scared, but I know what to do when things get bad.