Memoir musings around the fire, Part 2
Hearing Death’s knock It was a typical paramedic drive day, if that’s possible, on the streets of Birmingham. A call came to us from our station telling us we needed to roll to the scene…
Hearing Death’s knock It was a typical paramedic drive day, if that’s possible, on the streets of Birmingham. A call came to us from our station telling us we needed to roll to the scene…