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“A badge?”
“Like cops get,” he says. “You know, a badge.”
“You wanted a badge.”
“I did. I wanted a badge.”
Just as badly as I want to take back the moments when the firefighter and I laughed earlier, I would like to go back to the very start of the shift and make sure everyone said good morning to Dale when he bounced in with the energy and enthusiasm that the other paramedics tasted as obnoxious overconfidence and a dangerous lack of experience. I wish he’d showed up with a silver, plastic sheriff badge, which we could’ve all joked about. One of the guys who is about to retire would’ve christened him Sheriff, and it would’ve stuck for his entire career.
