# Writing


I usually

write

about the thoughts and feelings I heard after going to the accident site.

Whenever I go to the scene of an accident, some thoughts come to mind and don't.

In particular, I just don't have any thoughts about mobilizing to wake up and leave.

As I change my clothes in the rescue car, I gradually wake up.

The radio information from the back seat of the rescue car didn't seem like a simple accident.

It was said that a dump truck hit the snowplow from behind and stopped in the middle of the highway.

There was also a statement from an on-site witness that the driver of the dump truck was presumed dead.



"Hyung, will the writing come out today?"



Chairman Park, the motive sitting next to him, spoke lightly in the sense of relaxing.

When I heard this, I suddenly thought about it.

When I first wrote, the meaning of discharge was great.

I was weaker in emotional shock than visual shock, so when I lived and accumulated what I saw and heard in the field, it felt like PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) would come.

Somebody did it.

There are times when people fill and fill like a cup and at some point overflow.

It was for me when I started writing.

My cup, which I lived alone with no friends in other places, was not very large.




There were a lot of cautionary parts for writing that way.

This is because I thought that it was too inhumane that someone's thoughts became my writings.

There is also the reason that most of my own stories are mixed with other people's stories, and that most of the events I go through start with the misfortunes of others.

I once confessed this concern to a veteran reporter.

Even so, he advised that we should not stop because it is of great value in conveying the story of the field.

Now, a certain sense of responsibility has been added so that I have more thoughts about writing.

My body was working diligently at the accident site where I went out without thinking today, but my head kept looking for reasons I had to write.



# When


I arrived at the

seat belt

site, I saw that the driver's seat of the dump truck that received the rear part of the snowplow was recessed and the car and the car were connected.

The situation was worse than I thought.

Before we even put the rescue car next to us, we said to the driver of the dump truck, "Forward! Forward!"

In an urgent voice, he called for advance.

Originally, the vehicle had to be separated, but the dump truck was dragged as if it had become part of a snowplow.

After stopping the vehicle, the hydraulic equipment was first started and moved to the dump truck.

The snow was already turned into a toothy snow.

Turning on the searchlight and looking it back and forth, there was no answer.

Even if the truck door was opened with hydraulic equipment, there was no space and the accident could not be taken out.

I decided to call a large crane.

An old man wearing a white work hat asked us, who were busy walking around the dump truck to prepare to remove the vehicle.



"Seat belt! Are you wearing a patient seat belt?"


"No. It's a situation that can't be identified right now."



Hearing our answer, the uncle disappeared and came back and asked the paramedic if he had fastened his seat belt.

The paramedics who heard the words also flashed the driver's seat and shook their head.



"Is the seat belt important in this situation?"



"You know what? This is because the dump truck was followed by a snowplow, so it seems that the dump truck's fault is 100:0, but I don't know. If there is another reason, the insurance payment is different depending on whether the driver of the dump truck has a seat belt or not. I lose."



"Hey, you're talking about insurance payments for people getting caught in a car now? These *****s."



At the moment, my anger rose up, and a harsh curse came out without my knowledge.

The look at the accident was so different.

In the position of having to rescue people, he mobilizes all kinds of numbers to get rid of the car, but in the position of having to pay the money, he was facing strong eyes for the profit of the company.

We were doing our best in our respective duties, but it couldn't be helped to get annoyed.

I was on the side of the accidental man who couldn't speak by swearing that he didn't normally do.

Even if it was the capitalist world, I would swear it.

This is a more human life world.



# February 17


"Hey

,

you know what day is today?"


"Are you real? What do you think we got on February 17th?"


"Sure~ If a big accident breaks out next year, we really have something. Let's get nervous."


"Back then, it snowed a lot, but it's coming again today."



A year ago today, there was a 30-fold collision vehicle fire accident in the Samae Tunnel, which was recorded as the biggest accident in Namwon history.

On that day, after over six hours of extinguishing work and handing over to the night shift team, the team leader said.

"Once we had a big accident, we'd scoop it all out with a glass of soju in a samgyeopsal. You're forgetting everything, okay?"

Today, a year later, the shop doors were closed, so the team leader stopped by the convenience store and bought the coffee on display at the cashier.

"Oh, bakbanjang coffee is too hot?"

For the first time in my life, I drank cold brew hot.

Today, February 17, 2021, we were hot and cold like this cold brew.




# Bloody fire


suit arranged the case with a dream in the dawn.

It's about choosing photos and uploading videos so that the incident can be handed over to the daytime workers in the morning.

And so that you can communicate what kind of incident it was, just type the key keywords in advance.

When I was in elementary school, my homeroom teacher emphasized with a bubble in my mouth, but I realize the deep meaning of that.

Tap your hand on your head that doesn't work well because it's dawn, and read and read to see if the content is lacking.

Now there is one last thing to do, so I lead my tired body to the bathroom.



It's about removing blood stains from your fire suit when working.

If there is a lot of blood on it, you can just run it in the washing machine for fire protection, but it is vaguely buried in several places, so I try to do hand washing.

Use a foam hand sanitizer in warm water to rub the bloody area as if washing.

The white bubble turned into a pale pink cherry blossom.

Then wash it off with water.

When I rubbed the next stain, cherry blossoms bloomed and fell on my hand again.

So many times, the cherry blossoms bloomed and fell.



I heard the news after leaving work the next day.

The family of the deceased accidentally stopped by the rescue office for a while and said hello.



I don't regret my job getting blood on my clothes.

I am not scared either.

The blood on my body is not dirty when I think of it as a petal of a human that has been short and intensely blooming and losing.

I am not afraid that the face of a dead person will appear in my dreams.

Thinking of me as a camera of his last image.

The bloody fire suit is no longer creepy.



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