People ask what it feels like to be a medic, I answer:
"People don't realize; we're not the uniform we wear, we're not the patch on our sleeve, and we're not the vehicle we drove up in. Medics are medics long before they have the right to say so, they are not made they're discovered. When tragedy strikes everybody runs; some toward and some away. Those of us that do this job are all bound by one question you ask it every time you answer a call; "If I don't, who will?"
Don't waste your time trying to understand me, because you wont. no one knows who I am... and that's the way I like it.