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Thomas Nedzbala Poem
Voices Behind the Radio
I have chosen to be a dispatcher, working hard to save a life
It is our job to obtain the information from the chaos and the strife.
We do our best to get the location, and the nature of the call
Each call is always different. Sometime we cannot obtain it all.
A patient not breathing, a burglary, or a traffic accident could be the call
We ride the emotional roller coaster, remaining calm throughout it all.
We give instructions to the caller, while keeping them on the phone
Re-assuring help is on the way, and that they are not alone.
With the units enroute, caller still on the phone, we add notes to the call.
We never withhold information obtained, we gladly provide it all.
The Officer needs the address again, the Fire Chief more units to staging
The Medic the nature of the call, it is our job to keep updating.
When we hang up the phone we have done our job, our units are all Code-4
The calls can be overwhelming at times, Sometimes we would like to run out the door.
We have to be ready for that next call, Police, Fire, or EMS
We rely on our training as we strive to do our best.
We ride with you in your Police Cars, Fire Trucks, and Ambulances to each call
We are the lifeline that sends you out each time, and wants you safe throughout it all.
We are usually the face of the department, and the first to be left out
Those faceless voices behind the radio, you depend on without a doubt.
Thomas Nedzbala
Arizona
©2014
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2015
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Thomas Nedzbala Poem
A very touching version of Clement Moore's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A warm tribute to all dispatchers & police officers everywhere.
T’was the night before Christmas, and all throughout comm.
We sat at our consoles, expecting it calm
the Dispatchers with their headsets, the CAD in high gear.
I looked at my computer, and the phones waiting to hear.
I started my dinner, the microwave to ding,
of course at that time a 911 call did ring
An intruder was the call, per the person on the phone
My dinner was interrupted by the ole’ hot tone.
The address was given, and with a flash officers flew
their cars going code-3, Their lights red & blue
Stay on with the caller, We need more was their request,
Typical, telling us how to do our job, was our quiet jest
Now this being Christmas, Santa was hard at his job
He could never imagine, being accused of intent to rob
2 cookies from the plate, and milk from the glass
While giving out gifts, he didn’t expect any “sass”
He first heard the growl, and then the dog gave a bark
Everyone was out of the bed, quick as a lark
Santa heard them start to shuffle, and knew it had begun
When someone yelled I have a gun, and we’ve called 911.
Officers set up a perimeter, and a command post
They had a K-9 enroute, this suspect is toast.
The Dispatcher remained calm; kept the caller on the phone
Obtained a description of the man, let them know they weren’t alone
Dressed in red and white, his belt and boots all in black.
Santa said I will give you all coal, plus I’m taking your things back.
Officer’s then gave a code-4, just a man giving out toys
We figured with this shift it would be Taser deployed.
Our blood pressure came down, still maybe up 10
The family went back to bed, to sleep once again.
Santa said thanks to the officers, with their badges and guns,
He said a special thanks to those who calmly answered 911.
Thus I re-heated my dinner it was only 2 hours old
But working in dispatch, food is better eaten sometimes cold.
Santa flew over the comm. center, later that night
And we heard him yell out, as he flew out of sight.
Thank you for answering all of those 911 calls
Your pride and professionalism make Holidays Merry for all.
May you all have a safe and wonderful Christmas Holiday.
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2015
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Opposing players join the gridiron in the valley of the sun
They feel the tension of the battle that is yet to come.
A calm then descends the playing field and the painted desert sky
Our team the Arizona Cardinals take to the field ready to fly.
The Red Sea awakens erupting in a flash of brilliant light
Opponents understand its nature and the power of its might.
The Red Sea’s voice trembles like thunder to the masses
It is alike a rolling storm except the Red Sea’s voice never passes.
Within the Sea is a roaring wind and voices everyone shall hear
This Red Sea affects all opponents causing them to dread and fear.
Opposing players look at the Red Sea eyes wild, faces pale
Their hopes and efforts already dashed, these teams shall indeed fail.
The waves of the Red Sea are livid as nothing controls it path
The Red Sea lifts the Cardinals to victory opponents shall feel its wrath.
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2015
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I was once asked by a friend
“What Does Christmas Mean to Me”
I sat there quietly and pondered
while staring at the lit Christmas tree.
I thought back to fond memories
Of Christmas when I was young.
To my home with my mom, my brother,
she made each Christmas the very best one.
My mom made most of our decorations by hand
She would work with sequins, thread, and glue.
The decorations were so incredible
We thought there was nothing she could not do.
My mother would decorate our Christmas tree
The lights and every tinsel strand hung one by one.
Her trees were always a masterpiece
When lit, shone brightly like the sun.
On Christmas Day mom would start to make
an exceptional holiday dinner.
I can never recall in all my life
One meal that was not a winner.
My mother taught me during this time
It’s not what you get, but what you give.
I have kept that value close to heart
In my profession and how I live.
So as I sat and stared into that tree
My thoughts still held back in time.
I realized my mother is still with me
Especially at Christmas Time.
Miss You Mom!!
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2015
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Up on the Housetop – Police Edition
A very touching version of Benjamin Hanby’s Up on the House Top.
A warm tribute to all dispatchers & police officers everywhere.
Up on the housetop the owner heard a big noise,
the reindeer were so loud that he lost his poise,
a man dressed white & red with a bag and all,
the alarmed resident then made a 911 call.
Ho-Ho-Ho, we got a hot call,
Ho-Ho-Ho we get to go Code-3 and all.
We call for back-up, we know it’s right,
So we can protect everyone this special night.
The man went down my chimney the caller did tell.
That caused us to do a double take as well,
he is putting out presents the caller remarked.
We’re still standing by while the K9 Barked
Ho-Ho-Ho, we got a hot call,
Ho-Ho-Ho we get to go Code-3 and all.
We call for back-up, we know it’s right,
So we can protect everyone this special night.
To set up a perimeter was the thing to do,
Prepare for the K9 and SAU.
He yelled here I am and stopped with a pause,
Walking out of the house was Santa Claus.
Ho-Ho-Ho, we got a hot call,
Ho-Ho-Ho we get to go Code-3 and all.
We call for back-up, we know it’s right,
So we can protect everyone this special night.
We calmed the caller, it’s ok he was told,
Santa still thought about giving him coal.
Santa thanked us for our job and our time,
and keeping the leash on our K9.
Ho-Ho-Ho, we got a hot call,
Ho-Ho-Ho we get to go Code-3 and all.
We call for back-up, we know it’s right,
So we can protect everyone this special night.
May you all have a safe and wonderful Christmas Holiday.
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It was the night before Christmas
And on this very calm night
Almost fell asleep in my squad car
When the radar unit did light
The speed was over 100
And it was climbing much higher
I radioed into dispatch
This speeder was a flyer.
Going south I told dispatch
We are going down the beltway
It was then that I noticed
I was chasing reindeer and sleigh
He finally pulled over
Back up set up a perimeter
Thinking back on it now
Should have considered his altimeter
We approached him and asked for
License, Registration, & Insurance
His credentials were valid
To this he assured us
We gave him a warning
for the excessive speed
he introduced us to the reindeer
to this no one would believe.
He said thank you to all
As he flew out of site.
Merry Christmas to All
And have a safe night.
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2016
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A touching version of "Winter Wonderland" by Felix Bernard & Richard B. Smith.
Fire bells ring, We’re awake and listening
Rush to the trucks
All washed and glistening
We start out the bay
Tell Dispatch, “We are on the way.”
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Dispatch advises, “Inside there is smoke.”
We bunker and pack-out, This is no joke.
As we exit our ride
Grab an attack line to go inside
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Inside the house, the fireplace was plugged up.
We laddered the roof, go up and take a peak
We looking into the chimney and saw a Santa hat
and the rest of jolly man at that.
HoHoHo, he gave a happy shout.
Used the jaws, to finally get him out
Medically cleared by the Chief
Promised extra gifts to us each
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Spoke with the owner, he was quite worried
As for our patient he left, he was way behind.
We evac’d all the smoke with an exhaust fan
We calmed everyone doing the best that we can
Backing the engine back into the bay
Looked up and saw Santa in his sleigh
He thanked us for all that we do
Said have a Safe Merry Christmas Too!
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2016
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A touching version of “Carol of the Bells” by Mykola Leontovych & Peter Wilhousky. A warm tribute to all 911 dispatchers.
Hark! how the tones
Sweet annoying tones
All seem to say,
“Do What Dispatch Says.”
The call is near
You’re the closest there
Lights flash red & blue
Unless going code-2
Ring, ding, ding, ding
The phones start to sing
That’s our 911 tone
Everyone is quick to grab the phone
Giving instructions to all
No matter what type of call
Keep caller on the phone
So they know they’re not alone
Enter the call
Make sure the units got it all
Document as things change
Everyone on the same page
In minutes it’s been a few
The arrival of the crews.
The call comes to an end
Your ready for the next one again
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring 911
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring 911
Oh the tones that we send
On without end
Those joyful tones
To fire station’s home
Repeat from the beginning
Ring, Ring, Ring, Dong
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2016
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