Let’s squash that one right now. The fantasy is a red jacket, a radio crackling, a helicopter on cue, and you carving into the sunset with a cinematic soundtrack. The reality is that you’re cold, your gloves are damp, your toboggan weighs a tonne, and the wind is trying to remove your face. Someone’s panicking, someone’s injured, and you’re expected to be calm, competent, and useful. No soundtrack. No applause. Just responsibility. If you love the idea of being trusted with real responsibility, this might be your thing. If you love the idea of being admired in a jacket, buy a jacket.