Jason Butchart Obituary, Fisher Fire Department Member In A Accident

Jason Butchart Obituary, Death Cause – For our volunteers, yesterday started off much like any other day, but it ended in tragedy. Our staff members were going about their day as usual when, at approximately midday, they received a page to an accident involving two vehicles and six patients, one of whom was a baby of 10 months old. There was a sense of urgency among the members as they raced to the scene, regardless of whether they were traveling there in our fire trucks or in their own personal vehicles.

This sense of urgency was perhaps just a little bit greater than usual. When we arrived at the scene, it was a complete mess, as is typical for this kind of situation. In addition to the people who were hurt, there were also other spectators who offered aid and support. We were informed that the ambulance would arrive in roughly thirty minutes, and that STARS was also approximately thirty minutes away but on their way.

However, despite the fact that several of our senior members were present and had dealt with a variety of incidents similar to this one before, our department had a secret weapon up its sleeve. He went by the name of Jason. Jay came not long after our first trucks, and as soon as he got there, he took immediate charge of managing the “medical” side of what was required. Due to the fact that Jay was a trained medical practitioner, he possessed knowledge and abilities that were head and shoulders beyond those that the rest of us brought to the situation.

The rest of us gained confidence from Jay’s leadership. He had a knack for rousing the troops, boosting our morale, and instilling confidence that everything was being handled appropriately. After rescuing people and assisting with their medical care when required, we put an end to that call and felt about as well as we could under the circumstances. The patients were handed over to the hands of the emergency medical services, and our work was finished.

While we were waiting to be cleared from the area, we congregated along the road and passed the time by chatting. Jay told us about the motorcycle trip he had just returned from, and how he was really enthusiastic about exchanging in his Harley for an adventure bike because he had discovered a new love for riding them. Following the typical fist pumps with all of the other members and another uplifting “good job everyone,” he exited the room to go back to his job at the Percy E. Moore hospital.

Twenty minutes later, we received a radio request from 911 asking if we had any members available to assist EMS with another incident near Fisher Branch. They asked if we had any volunteers who could help out. We had no idea those fist pumps with Jay would be our very last time doing them. We hastened our way back to Fisher Branch, oblivious to the events that had transpired but once more overcome with an incomprehensible feeling of hurriedness. Only to find out that Jay was the one in hot water in the end.

A day that will remain ingrained in our memories forever. Jay, our good friend and brother, had passed away. It is difficult to put into words how much pain we are in. Even though Jay worked for our department for a relatively short period of time—just two years—he was able to integrate himself seamlessly and quickly became an important source of expertise, wisdom, and confidence. We extend our deepest condolences to Jay’s family on behalf of the fire department and the firefighter family as a whole. In addition, we are grateful to the fire departments in the neighboring municipalities that have reached out to us and offered their support and nice words. Gone but never forgotten. In perpetuity ingrained in our minds, However, Jason Butchart.

Jason Butchart Obituary, Death Cause – For our volunteers, yesterday started off much like any other day, but it ended in tragedy. Our staff members were going about their day as usual when, at approximately midday, they received a page to an accident involving two vehicles and six patients, one of whom was a baby…