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focus. This also allowed me to experience how other teams operate as we had a day working each team whose area we visited. I also spent a very memorable day on the north face of Ben Nevis with the MR legend Mick Tighe, you can’t buy that kind of experience.
The training plan is worked up by the team training officer which is usually complied a year in advance, what a commitment over and above the normal team duties. This yearly cycle means that during the trainees first year, all the skills required to learned by the trainee team member is covered. At the end of the year the trainee takes part in an assessment day, showing how the skills learned in that year can be put into practice. The week leading up to my assessment day was spent honing our skills. My buddy and I from the village spent a few nights helping each other from rope work on the local crag to revising the medical assessment procedures, we were as ready as we could be!
My assessment day was in April and a very warm day, a couple of weeks before I had been struck down with a really bad chest infection and cold and was still suffering however I arrived at the base with nervous anticipation. I was paired up with my assessor, it was the team training officer, no pressure there then! The rest of the team takes part in these assessment days, again giving up their own time to support the newer team members. Most were scattered across the hillside as mock casualties while come joined us in
our separate groups to help the assessor. The day was spent navigating from hill to hill dealing with each “casualty” as it came over the radio with a bit of technical rope work thrown in for good measure. While I was slightly slower than normal due to the cold I put all the training into practice and completed each task. Assessment over it was back to the post (what MR teams in Scotland call the team base).
The assessors had a quick meting and confirmed that we had all passed and we were now on the call out list. What a wonderful feeling, my life had gone full circle and I was now the one that would be able to help people. Unfortunately, my father passed away in 2006 and couldn’t share in my news. Within a few hours I had been added to the callout list text message system and we celebrated a busy but rewarding year.
The next few weeks were strange, I was never able to fully relax. My phone could go at any minute, would I hear it, would I be able to go? In the end I decided that I needed to continue to do the normal things in life too so went out for a meal with my wife. We had a great night and made plans for the next day as it was Easter Sunday. I went to bed feeling the most relaxed I has in a few weeks......
My callout text alarm is quite abrupt, it’s not the kind of gentle tone that wakes you up for work in the morning, this is a brutal, loud and nasty alarm. As I woke up I remember thinking about what it sounded like then realising that in fact it was going off, the time, 3AM.
“FULL TEAM CALLOUT MEET AT THE POST”
I fumbled with my phone, typing the response to let the boss know I was coming. I had been so organised for a call out when at work that all my clothes were in the car, racing outside to get my gear I forgot that I wasn’t wearing much more than my pyjamas (just as well the neighbours weren’t awake at 3AM!). Getting in the car with my buddy from the village we made the decision to pause, just for a second. The most dangerous part of any call out can be driving to the scene, we spent a few seconds to get our heads together then set off to meet the team. The callout was to search the hillside as a member of the public had seen lights on the hill, this turned out to be a number of wild campers and a false alarm with good intent.
We were safely home by 7AM although I couldn’t sleep, still feeling the adrenaline from the previous few hours. Getting that first callout out the way was important, I didn’t sleep through the alarm, I knew what to do, the training took over. From that day and each call out since I have always taken that few seconds when getting in the car to get my head together. The culmination of a very busy year in the team as a trainee then a probationer, hard work but very rewarding.
That night at 3AM my wife got up with me to make me a sandwich in case I got hungry and waited up in bed until I was safely home, now when a callout comes in she shouts at me if I turn the light on! Mountain Rescue is a team effort, it’s the wives, husbands, partners, children and colleagues that allow us to drop everything at the drop of a hat and for me I’m eternally grateful.
ARMY MOUNTAINEER / 49