Memories I can recall by sight, smell, and sound: indelible images of injured or dead children, women who were raped or beaten, lacerations, body parts, and the lack of body parts. There are the tears you see in the eyes of a victim, the sounds of the screams coming from the mother cradling her dead child, and the smells of a burn victim that will stay with you forever. Why did I want to be an ER nurse again? For me, choos-ing to work in emergency nursing just seemed right. I am not sure if it is the adrenaline-addicting pace or the fact that I don’t have to form a bond with these patients.