Gaining clearance over the radio, I allow him to head up the drive. I want to cry but can't, the tears won't come. Sirens scream, lights flash, as we roar out onto the streets demanding the right of way. We can't wait. We won't wait.
Time is our enemy.
A line of cars ahead require a little extra encouragement to get out of our way. Medic One, this is the Police Department. Medic one, please hold at the Channel Club until we secure the scene. I inquire as I get a pair for myself. This is Medic One, we're at Sandy Beach.