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I have been a reserve officer, a firefighter and a paramedic so I think I have some perspective on this.Each profession has similarities and major differences. Of course they all are part of the emergency response team but each has its speciality. In some cases all three will respond to calls like car crashes which is the most common to see all three disciplines.In some cases the three need to cross over disciplines like in the case of a paramedic finding a case of child abuse and the paramedic needs to put on the police hat and make sure that police are notified to start an investigation. Or a police officer needs to put in the paramedic hat when an encounter appears to be some sort of medical event. I have celled in firefighters when I find something suspicious like a chemical smell in the air that is making people sick. So some cross training is necessary for the team to function.As far as education goes the paramedic has to have the most advanced education of all three disciplines. In some states having a degree is required. And the continuing educating for keeping a paramedic license is extensive.The education for being a firefighter is variable. One can be a firefighter but not be required to know how to run a pump on an engine, or be a firefighter and be trained as a hazmat expert. Airport firefighters have special skill sets to deal with incidents on planes which is very different than outside of airports. Wild land firefighters have a total different set of skill sets than an urban firefighter.Law enforcement officers (LEO) have to know the laws in the jurisdiction that they work in. A federal LEO cannot enforce local laws and local law enforcement cannot enforce federal laws.All three disciplines require an extensive background check with police and paramedics being on similar levels. In most states this includes fingerprints. Police officers get actual additional background checks with actual verbal contacts with references and previous employers as well as an FBI background check in some cases.Surprisingly enough in some jurisdictions a police officer can have a DUI, misdemeanor of a non violent felony that is over 10 years old and still be a police officer but cannot be a paramedic. Firefighters can have a minor criminal record and still be a firefighter. I know of firefighters who did time in prison for several felony convictions and were excellent firefighters. They could never be a paramedic in most states.I would have to say that becoming a paramedic is the hardest profession as far as emergency services, with police officer being second and firefighter being the easiest. Keeping up to date as a paramedic is allow the most difficult and has the most requirements. In most cases it is 72 hours of continuing education with a skills check and local requirements on top of that. It is not out of line to have to have over 50 hours a year to keep a paramedic license.

A heartbreaking picture of the flight attendant Vesna Vulovic moments before her plane exploded 33,000 feet in the air:And … somehow Vesna Vulovic survived this fall. In the end, the very thing that almost prevented Vesna Vulovic from becoming a flight attendant is what ultimately kept her alive. What is heartbreaking was that out of the 28 on board Flight 367 flying from Stockholm to Belgrade, 27 were killed upon ground impact.On the evening of January 26, 1972, Bruno Honke heard screaming coming from a hillside just outside of his village in Czechoslovakia. As he went to investigate, he came across a grisly sight: the wreckage of an airplane, torn apart by an explosion. Though it seemed impossible that anyone could have survived such a crash, Honke soon realized that someone had. Amid the wreckage was a woman wearing a bloodstained turquoise flight attendant’s uniform and no shoes. Her name was Vesna Vulovic and though even she didn’t know it yet, she had just survived an epic fall of 33,330 feet in what is one of the strangest world records: surviving the highest fall without a parachute.The same type of aircraft that Vesna Vulovic was on before her fall.Serbian-born Vesna Vulović was 22 years old and had been a flight attendant for only eight months before the fateful crash. After traveling to London to learn English, she realized her love of traveling. When she found out a friend was becoming a flight attendant and traveling the world, she jumped at the chance.In 1971 she joined JAT Airways, Yugoslavia’s national flag carrier and the country’s largest airline. However, her dream almost didn’t come true. With a history of low blood pressure, Vulović knew it was unlikely she’d pass the medical exam. So right before heading in, she drank several cups of coffee, hoping it would keep her blood pressure high enough.To her delight, it worked, and she was allowed into the flight attendant training program.The wreckage of the JAT Flight 367 crash.Eight months into her flight attendant career, Vesna Vulovic was told to join the crew of JAT Flight 367, flying from Stockholm to Belgrade with a stopover in Copenhagen. Though she realized that JAT had confused her with another attendant named Vesna, she agreed to join anyway. Having never been to Denmark, Vulovic considered it yet another opportunity to travel.When she arrived, however, she found a downtrodden crew. While Vulovic had been hoping to go sightseeing, the rest of the group seemed focused on shopping and sitting in the hotel. The captain, Vulovic would later recall, spent 24 hours locked in his room, refusing to go out at all.At 1:30 PM on January 26, 1972, the crew met Flight 367 at the Copenhagen Airport and watched as the passengers and previous crew deplaned. The new passengers boarded and the flight eventually took off at 3:15 p.m.Just 46 minutes into the fight, disaster struck.At 4:01 p.m., there was an explosion in the baggage compartment. The aircraft broke apart in mid-air before falling 33,330 feet down to the ground in Srbská Kamenice, Czechoslovakia. Of the 28 passengers and crew, Vesna Vulović was the only survivor.Vesna Vulović recovering in the hospital.Fortunately, Bruno Honke, the villager who discovered her, had been a medic during World War II and was able to keep her alive until rescuers arrived. But it was no easy feat. From the crash, Vulović had sustained two broken legs, three broken vertebrae, a fractured pelvis, broken ribs, and a fractured skull.After being taken to a hospital in Prague, Vesna Vulović spent several days in a coma recovering.In addition to her extensive bodily injuries and her fractured skull, her brain had also hemorrhaged and she had total amnesia. From the hour preceding the crash until almost a month afterward, Vulović had no idea what had happened. She remembered greeting passengers for the flight, and then nothing until she saw her parents in her hospital room.Though her injuries could have left her permanently paralyzed or even dead, within 10 months of her fall Vesna Vulović was walking again. Doctors had never expected her to live that long, and indeed from the moment she awoke, she surprised them all.The first thing she did upon waking was ask for a cigarette. Her recovery period was actually relatively short and incredibly successful – a fact she attributes to “a childhood diet that included chocolate, spinach, and fish oil.”Vesna Vulović continued to fly until her death in 2016.Air safety investigators believe that Vulovic’s position within the aircraft at the time of the explosion helped her survive the fall. She was in the rear of the plane with a food cart when the fuselage broke apart. While many other passengers were sucked out of the plane after the explosion, Vulovic became pinned by the cart. The small section she was in fell to the ground on a heavily wooded, snow-covered hillside.Vulovic’s doctors concurred with the air investigators and added their own conclusions. They claimed that the very thing that almost kept Vulovic from being a flight attendant is what ultimately saved her life. Her physicians believe her low blood pressure kept her heart from bursting on impact with the mountainside.The explosion was determined to be from a briefcase bomb planted by the Ustaše – a Croatian terrorist group. In response to the attack, airport security measures were tightened in the country.Due to her amnesia, Vesna Vulovic had no memory of the crash or the explosion and was left with the same love of flying and sense of adventure she had beforehand. She remained an avid flyer and died in 2016 at the age of 66. A major celebrity in SFR Yugoslavia, Vulovic was a frequent guest on major Yugoslav television shows up until the 1990s. Vulovic attended annual commemorations at the crash site, until they were stopped in 2002. The daughter of the firefighter that saved her bears her name, as well as a local hotel called Pension Vesna in the Czech Republic, near the site of the crash.

MUST READ THIS STORYI came across this story on FacebookA true story of incredible courage of a soldier, whom I've had the privilege of knowing. Someone, who would just not take "NO" for an answer, despite the challenges life threw at him.A story that needs to be told.There is inevitably a strange, almost labored disconnect between the urgent, distinctive ‘pop’ of the speeding bullet as it whizzes past you and the apparently languid,disarmingly slow movement of those around you. A sardonic, yet glowing affirmation of the theory of relativity, if you will. Those who have been inactive combat and had theprivilege of being fired at, would know. Deependra SinghSengar did. More than once!It was the day after Valentine’s Day, 1998. Sengar had just been received at the Guwahati airport by the unit’s escort team. At 5’6” and 52 kgs in weight, you could easily mistake him for the a postgraduate student at Guwahati University. Sengar was re-joining the unit in active operations in the North East - after weeks of pleading, screaming & struggling against the orders of Col IvanCrasto, the Commanding Officer - to man the administrative rear echelon of the unit in a cosy, sleepy town in Himachal Pradesh.That is who he was – a man of action. And men of action, as you would know, abhor routine admin jobs!The first message he overheard, 15 minutes in transit, on the secured communication radio link was garbled. 5-6 senior militant leaders in a house, armed with automatics,pin point location, high credibility of info, apparent transit profile, likely to move out soon. The Quick Reaction Team (QRT) from the unit was starting out, but could hit targetonly in an hour. Sengar quickly realized that with a short detour, he could be at the target in 20 mins. Saving 40 mins could mean the difference between success and failure.A flurry of messages later, Sengar had convinced the Battalion HQ that he and his escort team were bestpositioned to initiate contact with the militants before they disappeared. The QRT could follow. Now, escort teams are usually a rag tag team of whoever is available. Fully kittedout, sure – weapons, ammo, secured communication - the works. But still, certainly not the first choice of guys for going into combat with. But that didn’t deter Sengar. He swung in and hit the target in 20 mins, as planned. A short, sharp exchange of fire ensued. 2 reds down, 3 had fled.It is then that Sengar realized that he had been hit. Two bullets had pierced through his abdomen, making a clean, almost unnoticeable entry in the front and a classic, disproportionate exit wound in his back. What they call in the medical world, rather disparagingly, a ‘clean’ shot.The rest was a blur. The flurry of the evacuation process. Hand carried, on four wheel drive, by chopper, through the local hospital in the neighborhood, and then to the BaseHospital at Guwahati. The long, unending line of surgeries.Cut, sew & cut again. After about 15 days of chopping and pasting, the docs were confident of partial recovery in a time frame of about 18-24 months.A miracle, they called it. But then, they hadn’t seen miracles - as yet.Sengar was no pushover who could be tied down to a hospital bed. He was up and about in 45 days. He readbooks on his condition and realized that psychological recovery was as important as medical one. He started doing what was in his reach- whether strict army hospital rules allowed or not. Sneaking out of the hospital, hobbling along to the theatres to watch practically every movie worthwatching. & some which didn’t fit even that bill. 60 days from that fateful day, a Unit officer was getting married. Sengar, attired in a Lungi & a kurta (he couldn’t wear anything else – the scars hadn’t yet healed), with tubes and bags (If you must know - A colostomy bag & a bag directlyattached to urinary bladder) immodestly but practicallyhanging out of his modest frame, hired a car and travelled 5hours one way to Dehradun.“Huh? All this to attend a frikking marriage??", You might ask. Well, Sengar wasn’t the type who’d let anything –certainly not a little thing like 25 grams worth of randommolten lead that burnt independent, solitary furrows through his intestines - come in the way of having the pleasure of seeing one of his mates being led, willingly to the gallows!!Sengar hated hospitals. Much to the deep dismay of a bevy of nurses there. He was back in the unit by early May, 98. The docs, fed up with his constant supplications to bereleased, grudgingly allowed him to get back to the unit, with the solemn promise that he would not exert himself, and stay confined to the unit HQs (chuckle chuckle).Too difficult for someone who was called “Rocket” by the junior officers as Sengar was the recipient of the coveted "Dagger" in the Commando course, the one who was knownfor being one of the most physically fit officers and men.Around this time, a training exercise was being conducted in the eastern sector and Sengar saw a chance to prove his fitness. He pleaded with Col Crasto to be allowed to get there, to ‘man the telephone’. Crasto finally caved in after sengar was able to convince the doctors to pronounce him "fit” for active duty. Sengar had amazingly, defying every single precedent of recorded medical recovery in cases similar to his, convinced the docs to upgrade his medical category to SHAPE1.He pleaded, struggled, nagged, nudged, begged, threatened,and resorted to blatant emotional blackmail of the vilest means known to be posted on the Eastern Sector.In the middle of the exercise, news broke about the Kargil conflict and the unit was to airlift a team for the Kargil war.Sengar was back to doing what he loved best - back to action, leading a team. He led his team to capture Neelam post in the Kargil war, which was the highest post captured in the whole engagement by the Indian Army. By August 99,officially the Kargil war was over, but escalated engagements along the LOC still required the unit to stay inthe area. And Sengar’s team was in the middle of action – again.In Sep 01, Sengar was hit again.A violent firefight with a group of freshly inducted militants.A burst of fire from an AK-47 tore through his upper thigh and hip. Bleeding profusely and his hip bone in tatters, we knew if we didn’t evacuate him in time, we’d lose him. A paratrooper in the Divisional HQ, a chopper pilot, who was on a routine training mission learnt of Sengar being hit.Without waiting for authorization, violating every rule in the book, flew in, he landed at a hastily secured patch at the base of the hill feature and evacuated Sengar to the hospitalthrough a route not allowed for Indian aircrafts - Sengar reached hospital in 45 mins! A couple of more mins ofdelay, and he would have been history.Back to the ‘cut n sew’ story; only, this time, it was more serious than the first. Sengar survived. Barely. He was transferred to Delhi’s super specialty Army hospital two months later and it was then, that his parents were brought to Delhi and the news broken. All this while he was told thathe would recover and be back in action in a short time- It took him another month to finally learn from the docs their verdict – He would never walk again.This was a body blow (pun unintended) even for Sengar. Hedecided to quit the Army. He had no interest in peddling files clad in the fabulous olives. Once he had waded through the rivers of emotion, which lasted all of 24 hours, he decided to take charge of his apparently fragile destiny.Sengar started researching options of an alternate career path. He was 30, single and had the energy of a bull - or three. It didn’t take him long to realise that he needed to tame the beast called ‘CAT’ - the Common Admission Test, to take a shot at passing through the portals of the premier business schools.As he did a SWOT analysis, he identified that his analytical skills weren’t what they once were. So, he decided to take on the task of conquering Arithmophobia – his paranoia of numbers. He got all the math books and diligently wentthrough class four to class 12 books. Minor hiccups like the fact that he had to be carried from his hospital bed to the car, or the fact that they had to make special provision forhim at the classes, so he could recline on an ad hoc chair and take notes didn’t bother him one bit.Sengar took the CAT in Dec 2000. Based on his results, he got a call from 15 of the 16 B schools he had applied to - IIM (A), IIM (B), IIM (C), IIM (L) …. A veritable who’s who ofthe B school list. Four days after he hung up his beloved Olive Greens, he got married. Eight days later, he joined the Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad. Two brilliant years of number crunching analysis later, Sengar graduatedwith distinction - on crutches.Today, Sengar is a top management professional with Microsoft, in Singapore with a doting wife and two wonderful kids. If you thought that’s the final update on his story, wait, because, there is one final flourish.After ten long years on crutches, Sengar decided he had had enough. He chucked his crutches into a corner & decided to rough it out. Slowly, and with tremendous perseverance, hestarted walking. In under a year, he was going for short jogs. In Sep 13, on a trip to India, he decided to revisit his old unit. He got in touch with the Commanding Officer, who invited him to go for a run with the unit in the standard Battle Physical Efficiency Test- with loaded backpack and aweapon. And Sengar did.The ‘Rocket’ had returned.To a hero’s welcome.- Subin​