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girlwithalessonplan:thesnarkyschoolteacher:girlcanteach:missgingerlee:thefiveandahalfminutehallway:ronpaulproblems:I’m not crying you’re crying Always remember the 9/11 Search and Rescue dogs. So many of them became depressed and distraught because they were trained to find live bodies, and when they kept finding remains, their handlers and other rescue workers began to hide in the wreckage so the dogs could do live finds. These dogs provided immeasurable help to those that were working the scene, bringing great emotional support just by being around the rescuers. I’m not saying I’m sobbing…but if you don’t cry or catch feels something is wrong with you.a good dogWater works. I’m about to make it worse with this poem. “Searchers” by D. Nurkse, written about the 9/11 rescue dogs:We gave our dogs a button to sniff, or a tissue, and they bounded off confident in their training, in the power of their senses to recreate the body, but after eighteen hours in rubble where even steel was pulverized they curled on themselves and stared up at us and in their soft huge eyes we saw mirrored the longing for death: then we had to beg a stranger to be a victim and crouch behind a girder, and let the dogs discover him and tug him proudly, with suppressed yaps, back to Command and the rows of empty triage tables. But who will hide from us? Who will keep digging for us here in the cloud of ashes? -- source link