As the medical shift one supervisor, I had the distinct pleasure of having George as my new employee. George was also in paramedic school when he arrived and there was never an easier one to oversee.
The only mistake I can recall this perfectionist ever made wasn’t a medical mistake at all – it was a cooking mistake.
George was the cook for the month and one evening he cooked up a batch of spaghetti. Problem was he put a few too many bags of uncooked spaghetti into the monster aluminum pot. As it grew, and grew, and grew – George frantically scraped off the overflow like a sailor scraping water off the deck of a mighty ship.
Another George recently left us – not through retirement but through death. His name was George Jones. He sang a song that – with some slight modification – is a perfect fit for George Elliott.
No, there will never be another – stone-haired medic.
A man in a more crisp uniform.
Lord I wonder – who’s gonna fill their shoes?
God Bless the boys from the SFD.
Pawnshop Rick and Junkyard Hank
Much too soon their careers ended
They tore up the eighties and nineties
A bunch of Tom’s and a Brock
And old Kenny G still echoes through the years
You know the heart of emergency service
Still beats in scrappy BK
You can tell when they sounded their siren and lights
Old Moose, Joe, and Jerry
Why I can feel them right here with me
On this Red Eagle rolling through the night
Who’s gonna fill their shoes
Who’s gonna stand that tall
Who’s gonna play the accident scene
And the medical Cannonball
Who’s gonna give their heart and soul
To get to me and you
Lord I wonder, who’s gonna fill their shoes
Yes I do wonder, who’s gonna fill his shoes?