I remember it like it was yesterday, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the tears. It was all so real, so painfully real. How could I ever forget.

The first call came  to tell us that 445 Biltmore was on fire, this building, for those of you who don’t know, is directly connected to our hospital, our home, our place of safety. It wasn’t long before we got word that everyone was out and safe and there were no known injuries. Awesome! From an ERs standpoint we should be in the clear, now the firemen could get to work, put the fire out, and the long road to clean up could begin. However, in the end, that is not how the day played out.

A couple of hours passed and the call came again, but his time with a very different message. “We potentially have a code triage, there is an unknown number of people coming that way from the fire, get ready.” What? We thought every one was out? How is it possible that now can we could have a mass casualty incident? Well, you see, when everyone else is running out, there has to be someone who is running in, and on this day that heroic act ended in tragedy.

I didn’t personally know Captain Bowen, but so many of my friends did. We really are one big family, ER, EMS, Fire, Police…all working together and fighting the good fight. We see so many of the same things, deal with the same people, have the same dark and twisted sense of humor, and would give anyone in need the shirt off our backs. So, when one of us is hurt, especially while they are trying to protect the very ground we stand on, it shakes our foundation to its core.

I remember learning that all our patients would be firemen and watching as they started to roll them in, flushed, dirty, all covered in soot, with sweat dripping from their bodies. The smell of smoke filled the air and I swear I could feel the temperature start to rise. I was almost immediately overwhelmed with emotion. My job is hard, in fact it can sometimes be brutal, but  I have never left work looking like this. I have never truly risked my own life to protect or help others. I have never worried that I may not have enough oxygen or struggled to breath as walked the halls of the ED. This is real, these guys are fighting for their lives, and the part that humbled me the most, they were fighting to protect me. To protect my patients, my co-workers, our families, they were fighting to protect all of us.

I remember pausing at the nurses desk on A-side for a moment and just looking around, surely this can not be real, and if it is, it has got to be closest thing to hell on earth I have ever witnessed. There were firemen everywhere, the halls lined with turnout gear. One man down, another close behind, many more hurt, hot, and literally trembling in fear. You want to talk about something taking you to your knees, this was it. Not one of them worried about themselves, and each of them wanting to know how their brothers were doing, and if everyone pulled through. The definition of true heroism at its finest.

The faces, the tears, the words, and the pain of that day are with me still, forever burnt in my mind. How do things like this happen, and why? I am convinced those answers are not for us to know.

His funeral was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. There was a mountain of firefighters, literally as far as the eye could see. It was incredible. The support and love from people all over, people who had never met Jeff before. People who came just because he would have done the same for them. The procession was incredible, the honor I witnessed was humbling, and the grace those guys showed, just days after they lost one of their very own, was simply breathtaking. The human will to fight can be so intense and beautiful.

Almost 3 years have passed and I still wear my Captain Bowen tag on my badge. It reminds me everyday of that drive, that pure beauty in loss and love for one another, and the incredible brotherhood that they have created. I feel honored to have cared for them, and to have been part of this…even if it was one of the worst days of our lives.

In honor of Captain Jeffrey Bowen



22 thoughts on “Mayday

  1. Thank you so much for still thinking about jeff….his mother (laurel) struggles everyday…she raised him alone with no help..she is a awesome women….its hats off to her for making him into caring person he was….he is very missed and to see someone that who didnt know him to post this is great..I will be sure to share it with the family.

    Thank you
    Kelly fender

  2. Im Jeff’s cousin and this was a very beautiful thing to read, to hear a different version and emotions of a stranger of this day we will never forget. You see I live in Ca and had to hear this devastating nees over the phone and it was 48 hrs before I could get there. Its also nice to
    know that others still think of him even as we approach the 3 year mark. Thank you for sharing.

  3. What would we do with out our angels. They do a wonderful job. I know. My daughter is a senior practioner nurse in casualty.

  4. This was a very fitting tribute Melina. I have good friends in the Charlotte FD who gave me many details and insights to that day that aren’t included in official reports and magazine and newspaper articles. Jeff truly was selfless that day and was doing his best to protect his crew and others. If you keep up these articles I won’t have to write my blog anymore, ill just keep re blogging your stuff 🙂 Thank you Melina

  5. I am Jeff’s mom, and thank you for the story about my son. It was good to read of someone elses
    version of that day. I have yet to meet any of the people in the ER and hope one day to get to talk with them. Thanks for remembering my son with your story.

  6. It’s a beautiful reminder that my father lives in memories and hearts. I’m so glad one day my son will get to look back and see how amazing his grandpa was!

    1. Sarah, I think I met you one night in the ER when someone inquired about my Jeff Bowen tag on my badge. Please know it was our honor to care for him, and I think of your family often. We will never forget the sacrifice he made.

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