I was going to write a big evaluation of the last 12 weeks of my life but it just isn’t happening so instead, there’s this. The class I’ve been training with for the last 3 months found out this week that we’d all passed the course. Although stoked, we are also tired. We heard today that there are some in the other three classes who haven’t made it to the end, which is sad but to me makes it more of an achievement.
We had a morning of essentially learning about bombs, how they have and will be used in the future, firearms and other large scale incidents and how we might handle those situations and what will kill us if we get it wrong / are unlucky.
This afternoon, I was riding in a windowless van to do a little traffic practice with the rest of the class. On the way out it was raucous – no trainers in the van, just our class with May driving – when Mariah Carey came on the radio, we turned it up and sang All I Want For Christmas about as loud as we could. There was more shouting than singing but it was spot on.
On the way back this came on the radio. At first I couldn’t work out what it was and then it fell into place. So we sang some Bowie.
For some people in that van that course was the hardest thing they’ve done. I know my own personal heroes and I wouldn’t be so audacious to say any of us are anything close, but most people who have done their thirty years have ticked a few heroic things off in that time and I’m looking forward to seeing what my friends achieve.
It’s going to be fun, it’s going to be dark, and the weight of that is not lost on me.