The Ambulance 1982 Wasted Years

Blom did not look well. I follow his movements on his horse, with concern in my heard. The next moment he bends forward, while still sitting on the back of the horse. His face was pail. I taught he is going to lay on the horses back, but he slides off the side of the horse, and land on his back on the ground. The Sargent in charge was standing with him all the time. I could see the sergeant is busy talking on the radio, while looking down at Blom. Blom was lying still, too still. I could see no movement at all. I am not allowed to leave my post, but it was as if my legs got a mind of their own. I got up and walk over to where Blom was laying, not realizing, very soon, both our lives will be in hanging on a thread. I spoke to Blom, but he was not responding. I ask the sergeant: “What is wrong with Blom?” He answers: “Blom woke up with a hangover, this morning. He took some headache tablets before coming to work”. While we were talking, Blom starts turning blue in the face.