Sarge the EMT
Last updated 12/16/2020 at 9:26am
The retired sergeant, the one with the 6-foot foldout measuring stick, wasn’t there when I headed for the order window at the coffee shop. The rest of the veterans were uncharacteristically quiet, arrayed around the sidewalk in folding chairs and blankets against the cold, listening to an emergency scanner.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“There was an accident out on the highway. We suspect he was involved somehow,” one said. A pause, then: “He was a career Army combat medic, E-6. Tried to sign up with the EMTs here. Wouldn’t take him. Too old, they said. Policy.”
It was an hour be...