National Ambulance Services Memorial

The National Ambulance Memorial 

The National Ambulance Memorial commemorates those in the Ambulance Services Community who have been killed or who have died whilst in service.

The Memorial is situated within the National Memorial Arboretum which is the UK's year round centre of Rememberance and a spiritually uplifting place which recognises service and sacrifice as well as fosters pride in our country. Sited in Staffordshire, with 50,000 maturing trees, it is a beautiful and lasting triute to those that serve the country. Visitors from all walks of life number around 300,000 per year, including Ambulance Services personnel, veterens, students of all ages, groups and individuals. 

You can visit the Memorial Garden. Entry is free and it is open every day except Christmas Day. 

National Memorial Arboretum 
Croxall Road
Alrewas, Staffordshire
DE13 7AR

Tel: 01283 792333

Visit the National Memorial Arboretum website for further information and to plan your visit.

The National Ambulance Memorial Service

The National Ambulance Memorial Service was held on 13th September 2018. The memorial commenced with a short service in the Chapel of Peace before moving to the Ambulance Service Garden of Remembrance for a service to honour the memory of all those no longer with us who have served in ambulance services in England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland, the Republic of Ireland, Guernsey, Jersey, and Gibraltar.

During the service, Steve Rust, TASC trustee and serving ambulance staff member, read the following poem during the memorial:

When God Made Ambulance Staff

When the Lord made Ambulance Staff, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

The Lord replied, "Have you read the personal spec on this order? They have to be able to carry an injured person up a wet grassy hill in the dark, dodge physical and verbal attacks to be able to treat the injured, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch and remain polite and courteous. They have to be able to lift 3 times their own weight, crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move and console a grieving mother as they are doing CPR on a baby they know will never breathe again."

"They have to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep, black coffee and half-eaten meals. And have to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "It's the three pairs of eyes they have to have."

"And that's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees open sores as they are drawing blood and asks the patient if they may be HIV positive," "Another pair here in the side of their head for their partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, "You'll be all right when they know it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and manage to feed their family on a continually shrinking pay cheque!"
The angel circled the model very slowly,

"Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet it can think," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear... AND still it keeps its sense of humour. This model also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily papers how the Ambulance Service were unable to locate a house quickly enough therefore allowing the person to die. This house with no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back."

The angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the model. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much in."

"That's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for commitment to hoping that they will make a difference in a person's chance to survive, for life."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked down at the model he was working on and said:

"I didn't put it there,"

 - Anonymous

If you wish to attend our remembrance services, please contact us in advance to register your interest for our next memorial service on 9th September 2020.

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