By Mark vonAppen
An open letter to those who believe that the job is about anything other than hard work to maintain your edge. Hope and luck don’t keep you safe, your training does.
A little back story on this one; it started out as 100 sentences that I wrote to my boss. The self imposed punishment essay read, “I will never try to ensure the quality of fire department training again.”
We had a closed door meeting a little while later.
To whom it may concern,
We will offer no remorse for having a high standard of performance for ourselves, our crew, for others in the department, and for being uncompromising in these convictions. Sometimes we’re enthusiastic in sharing our vision. We will not apologize for the zeal that drives our mission, not to you or anybody else.
Apologies sound like excuses to us. We are tired of excuses.
Let it be known that we do not wish to participate in any endeavors that are without vision, clear direction, and forethought. To this end, until the organization pulls itself together we will engage in an informal resistance against the status quo.
We will not apologize for the zeal that drives our mission, not to you or anybody else.
Together we stand in this endeavor. Fools spent from defiance, we will not submit.
Our crew is growing, slowly we are shifting the paradigm. In our fire service we don’t have time for distractions. Ours will be a circle of function, not dysfunction. While others are busy reaching conclusions, we will be reaching for something else.
Our standard is the extraordinary.