Sitting here in las vegas nm looking at the blanket of snow coating the ambulance. the roads changing the harsh lights illuminating our world in a glow. Still it comes. No end in site.
No sleep for us we sit and wait... wait for that call, that next cry for help, bundled up grabbing extra blankets turning the heat up on high, the snow still comes.
Sliding, slipping skiding yet we come. Roads closed and still we come. Minor or major we will come.
Be thankful for those that answer that call. Send thoughts of saftey to those who are
Up dressed and ready to go.
Tones dropping out the door we slip
