Tendies Time: How CP almost helped someone die

I'm working as an Alarm Monitor one fine, sober Korean evening, browsing Facebook since it just got approved by PACAF to improve our 'morale'. It wasn't found, but it apparently existed. I'm just doing nothing and getting paid little to do so when the phone rings disrupting my night, as well as the controller. Caller ID shows its Command Post calling and since it's about 2 am, we both figure it's them wanting to do a duress check. My job.

"BDOC, SrA Carr490, go ahead Command Post." The controller begins telling me this long winded story about Command Post from a CONUS location calling them about some upset spouse. I zone out because, well, they aren't calling for a duress test or telling me anything that requires me to pass the call to the BDOC controller. The story continues about this spouse being full dependa, from what I'm not really hearing.

Suddenly, the CP guy says something that triggers my brain to kick into activity from its fugue state. "Say that again?" "Room 1000000 in Building 444444." Bldg 444444 is a dorm. On our base. Room 1000000 is definitely a room number for that building. Rut roh!

"What's happening in that location?" "The spouse was on skype with their husband. He downed a bottle of pills, then passed out and is no longer on the screen." "What the fuck? Why didn't you start this phone call with that? I need to pass you to the BDOC."

I transfer the call to their phone as I begin dispatching patrols to that room. Then I call fire to get moving.... and they are on the other side of the flightline during a night ops night for the jets. The patrols get to the dorm and of course there's no response from the room. They get into the room right when fire arrives on scene. Person is blue in the face, unresponsive, barely breathing, puke everywhere. I'm enjoying the great description the patrols are sending.

Things get calmer on my end. I review the phone logs and then listen to the conversation I had with CP again over this suicide attempt. Yep. Not once until they mention the room and building numbers did they say it was on base and a suicide attempt. The story once again sounded like some aggravated dependa whose hubby decided to drink/ignore/not talk to them while they were back stateside. I call CP back and ask to speak to the numbnuts who called me. He gets on the phone. I begin cursing him out for being a retard. If he had kept being a tard, the kid may have died. If the kid died, we would have ensured he got the blame. The blotter will reflect his stupidity, etc.

Couple of days later, I get woken up as I'm sleeping off a good night at the base club. Patrol tells me the shirt needs me in their office about three hours prior, in ABU's. I stumble through getting ready and stagger to the squadron. I get to the shirts office. A MSgt who I had never seen before and an A1C whose name tape rang a bell are in the Shirt's office. I'm too drunk still to know why the nametape rings a bell.

"C'mon in, Carr490!" Oh fuck. Shirt's pissed. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Carr490? Did you tell this Airman that if someone died, you would apprehend him? Did you call him a retard? What is wrong with you?"

It clicks. This is A1C Retard from CP. "Uh, Shirt, this kid spent seven minutes telling me some sob story of a dependent back CONUS without ever telling me there was a suicide attempt. Someone might have died that night. I was pissed."

A1C Retard is looking down now, instead of having a glorious triumphant look upon his face like he had. MSgt CP looks at me with confusion, "What do you mean, SrA Carr490?" I explain my side and what happened. Both the MSgt and my Shirt think I'm exaggerating. I ask them if we can go to the desk and review the logs. They agree. I wind up being right, the MSgt apologizes to me for waking me up, the Shirt angrily yells at me for being disrespectful even if the kid was unprofessional, tells me to go back home, and stop drinking so much.

As far as I could tell, CP removed the kids ability to utilize the phones at CP. He never answered/called us again for my time in Korea. The other CP controllers refused to put him on the phone even if he was working.