They don’t train medics in Exorcism. Ambulances are seldom comforting. How ironic, they call them “sirens”songs that leads men to their graves. On the ambulance, we carry stuffed toys for children in emotional distress, like this one. All I could do was hand him the stuffed rabbit from the drawer under the blankets, as if a carnival prize could replace his father. Bet you feel like a winner. Hearing your dad shoot a point blank bulls eye.