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Straight To the Point

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I’ll get straight to the point.

Disclaimer: So that my comments will not be taken out of context, I must point out that there are some very honorable and disciplined people who work for the news outlets. But, just like firefighters and cops, the bad ones spoil it for the good ones.

To those “good” journalists, I will simply say: Welcome to our world!

I think that it is a sad day in our country when a story involving a world famous golfer http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,577325,00.html and his car accident and insinuations that it was caused by a jealous wife over an extra-marital affair is gaining more coverage than the execution of four police officers from Lakewood, Washington http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,577325,00.html.

Why is that?

My theory is that, for some twisted reason, the news media has taken it upon themselves to declare and anoint themselves as the moral compass and judge of the people whom they proclaim as newsworthy.

I can guarantee you that if there was word that four police officers had been over-zealous with an arrest and there were claims of brutality, the media and their leading and speculative questions would come in rapid fire succession. The TV networks including cable would be flush with stories from people who know one of the police officers, to a former teacher of one of them, to a former wife of one of them to the guy at the convenience store who gives them free coffee and doughnuts (That’s another exclusive). The suspect is out, has retained attorney and we now go live to Geraldo Rivera standing by.

They also seem to have a particular zest for destroying our heroes or at the very least, people held in high regard by millions of fans from around the world. The media will just as dutifully come out swinging like Rocky Balboa caught by a swarm of bees against anyone foolish enough to attack THEIR heroes, however. It appears to me that there aren’t many of them left either.

Has anyone else noticed that lately, the news media has been driving criminal investigations? Has anyone else noticed that many of the cases are being tried in the news media? Have you noticed that police are getting blasted with compromising questions and are again blasted if they don’t answer them? Apparently, the news media believes that a criminal is too busy killing and running to watch TV-i.e. the news conferences, where the wrong question might tip law enforcement’s hand, thereby giving the criminal an advantage.

Where was it ever written that ALL information could be freely obtained with a request? When did the sliding scale slide so far to the left that it now compromises on-going criminal investigations and military strategies in two wars? Anymore; the enemy needs only to watch CBS, CNN, MSNBC or NBC to know what’s coming.

The media has somehow confused our right to know with their need for a story. You only need to watch an impromptu news conference and their rudeness towards the people at the microphones to know that they will stop at nothing to get what they want. Even if it includes filling in the blanks or at its very worst; making it up all together.

And on a day when we are begging for information on the four slain heroes from Lakewood, Washington, the news media are tripping over themselves trying to destroy someone who is hero to many kids in this world.

Yeah; I don’t like to use that word, “hero” to describe a professional athlete, but Tiger Woods is not your typical professional athlete. It is as if some in the news media can’t stand the fact that he is so good at what he does, is a very intelligent businessman, is married to one of the world’s most beautiful women and is a billionaire already. There HAS to be more to the story and the media will not rest until they get it.

In the meantime, a police department that has never had a line of duty death is reeling from four on the same day. Families are without their loved ones. A community is living in fear. At this writing, the suspect has not been captured. But that’s OK; we need to find out why Tiger won’t talk to the police about his fender bender.

I can’t speak for the rest of you, but I am not comfortable with someone else deciding what is and isn’t newsworthy. Are you OK with someone who is willing to sell out for an interview with the White House dinner crashers, the balloon hoax, the Runaway Bride and Jon and Kate? No thanks.

The news media should have enough respect for the consumers to know that we can read all about Tiger’s problems in the next issue of you name it, but right now, it should be in everyone’s hearts and minds that there are four families without their loved ones, a community without four of their finest and a scumbag who perpetrated this heinous crime that is still on the loose.

And nothing else is newsworthy at the moment.

Please take a moment to remember these fine law enforcement officers, their families, police department and their community of Lakewood.

TCSS.

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Giving Thanks by Giving Back

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I have been giving this some thought for the last few days and I keep coming back to the “same place”.

I realize that Thanksgiving has been our country’s day of thanks since 1621 (Fact Check!) and many profess through the social mediums that they are blessed and therefore, thankful every day.

Let’s face it; Thanksgiving Day and the Wal-Mart stampede on the day after called “Black Friday” has thrust this special day into little more than a tailgate party for the movie marathons and football games on TV. It signals the “official” start of the holiday shopping season and the kick-in-the-pants to get those heirloom, plastic Christmas lawn ornaments up and illuminated.

Seriously; how many actually recite the history of this day, spend time asking each other what they have to be thankful for or take a moment to remember all of our brave men and women who are on duty that day; be it the military, fire, police, EMS, hospitals or convenience stores?

My money is on chatter such as: “Did you get a deer yet? Did you see the game last night? Miley Cyrus’ tour bus was in a wreck? What time are you hitting the stores tomorrow? You doing an on-line shopping this year?”

You get the picture.

Don’t get me wrong; family, togetherness and the joy that it brings us is important to us and even more so this year.

Many of us are in the same “boat”. It might be a slightly, smaller boat, but at least OUR boat is still afloat!

We are still faced with the uncertainties of our economy with budget cuts, lay-offs, home foreclosures, double-digit unemployment and a weakened dollar.

Many have exhausted their unemployment benefits and their job searches. Many have cashed in their retirement plans to pay for mortgages, college and health insurance. As you can see, THEIR boats are sinking.

I was thinking: “You know; we have the entire rest of the year to feel lousy. Why can’t we at least feel good during the holiday season?”

Whether you receive your joy from getting help or you are joyful when helping others, then you should enjoy it.

My point is this: I want us to be thankful that WE can be helpful. That’s my message this year.

God knows that I have much to be thankful for. But this year, there are organizations that need our help both large and small. Neighbors, friends, relatives, total strangers, homeless shelters, animal shelters, other fire departments and ambulance services. They need to know that they are still valued members of our communities who will get healthy again; quite possibly with our help.

So please; prepare a meal, serve a meal, take a bag of canned goods to the food pantry, drop your change into the Kettle, take a warm coat, gloves, hats and scarves to a goodwill center or send a gift card to someone that you know is struggling. Send it anonymously if they’re too proud to take charity. Make a donation in the name of a loved one.

I think that many of us have been there at least once in our lives. Think back to how you felt.

Then, don’t do it because it makes YOU feel good. Do it because it will make SOMEONE ELSE feel good.

And don’t worry; our humility will tell us how to feel.

Remember the reason for the season.

Be joyous…

But, share the joy!

TCSS.

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Be Honest; Call It Bureaucratic Bulls**t!

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I will provide the pertinent links at the end of this blog. But first…the blog.

On February 9, 2007, a terrible tragedy occurred in Baltimore, MD.

Fire Cadet Racheal Wilson died during a live burn training exercise at an abandoned row house. Her death lit up the fire service discussion boards across this country over a multiplex of issues. The incident brought swift and sweeping changes within the Baltimore City Fire Department; most notably the removal of the Director of Training and the resignation of Chief  William Goodwin.

Despite our opinions for some of the many issues involved in this tragedy, it cannot be refuted or disputed that Fire Cadet, Firefighter Apprentice, Firefighter Candidate, Firefighter Trainee, Probationary Firefighter* Racheal Wilson was employed by the City of Baltimore and more precisely, by the Baltimore City Fire Department at the time of her death.

*(There was some confusion over the proper terminology with regards to a firefighter in the process of completing their training)

Who can argue that Cadet Wilson was not an employee of the fire department? It would seem pretty obvious. The NIOSH LODD report (http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/fire/reports/face200709.html ) states in its opening sentence, On February 9, 2007, a 29-year-old female, career probationary firefighter died…

Pretty specific, wouldn’t you say? So; what could be the issue?

Fire Cadet Wilson was at work on February 9, 2007, was involved in a training exercise as part of her final phase of training, died while training at work for her employer and at the time of her death, engaged in tasks that were required as part of her job as an employee of the Baltimore City Fire Department for the City of Baltimore.

Therefore, under the Public Safety Officers Benefits (PSOB) program, Fire Cadet Wilson’s surviving family members-in this case, her two children-should receive a lump sum pay out of PSOBs in the amount of $295,194.

Nope!

The U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ), at least for the moment, is DENYING THIS CLAIM submitted on behalf of the children by their father.

The reason (because there is ALWAYS a reason)?

According to sources, it is because the Baltimore City Fire Department failed to submit paperwork establishing her eligibility for the funds.

WTF? (This means, “What did I just read/hear”)

Now; I have two questions to ask: 1) WHERE IS THE NATIONAL OUTRAGE OVER THIS BUREAUCRATIC NONSENSE? And 2) Why wouldn’t the application for PSOBs be included in everyone’s insurance packets, post employment paperwork or beneficiary designation documents, as part of their Human Resources employee management tools?

It is strange that we will bust our asses to get the all-important exit interview from some bottom-feeding under-achiever, but we can’t insure that death benefits are properly AND promptly paid? (Hey; HR gurus…write PPP on your whiteboards. If you can remember what SHRM means, you should be able to decipher Properly Promptly Paid death benefits.)

More on the outrage.

Were it not for our good friends at www.firefighterclosecalls.com, www.firefighternation.com and our top bloggers at www.fireemsblogs.com, this story would be nothing more than a gnat on the wall.

Local coverage in the Baltimore area indicates that everyone involved wants this fixed post haste! It’s been over two weeks ago that the story broke and I hope that they don’t have to follow a formal appeals process.

I would think that, if the original application was missing a document, then the caveat should be to provide the document and release the benefits.

But, I have to wonder out loud to whether bureaucracy can be so easily pushed aside and the moral/ethical conclusion be drawn and benefits paid!

When people close to this injustice are telling the media that they will do whatever they need to do to fix this and it is still left undone, one also has to wonder if we are too spellbound by the media circus surrounding the trial of a mayor and her gift cards to see that our justice is served for Racheal Wilson’s children.

So; get the PSOB money into a trust for the two children of Fire Cadet Racheal Wilson.

Let the City of Baltimore get through its most recent governmental guffaws.

Let the Baltimore City Fire Department continue to strengthen their resolve to meet their challenges and to fulfill their mission to their department, their city and their citizens.

Resolve the PSOB issue NOW, so that Racheal Wilson can rest in peace and her children can live the rest of their lives in peace.

To FIREFIGHTER Racheal Wilson…

The dead have peace, but the living weep.~Samuel Hoffenstein

Here are the links that I promised:

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/bal-md.ci.fire06nov06,0,7495567.story

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/editorial/bal-ed.wilson06nov06,0,5421498.story

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/bal-md.ci.fire05nov05,0,7036813.story

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/bal-md.ci.fire19dec19,0,7827817.story

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/bal-wilson0210,0,1969483.story

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/bal-wilsonside0210,0,7808105.story

http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/fire/reports/face200709.html

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/baptism-by-fire-or-death-by

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Trading Precious Resources for TIN!

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Having been involved in the fire service for almost 30 years, I have read and discussed firefighter deaths, as well as listen to many fire service intellectuals espouse their opinions on our fatality rate compared to other occupations, risk vs. gain, community expectations, etc.

What I have found is that there are TWO, distinctly separate camps, where it comes to what is “acceptable” and what is not. That is; there are those who believe that an average of 100 deaths a year isn’t bad, when you consider the “dangers” that we face and then there is the other side who believes that ONE is too many, if it could be prevented and that 100 deaths a year are UNACCEPTABLE.

Personally, I wish that we could put jealousies and egos aside and get crackin’ on a truly productive effort to bring down the line of duty deaths from firefighting activities. If you haven’t noticed, we are killing ourselves the majority of the time because, though being what we are and doing what we do beats strongly in our hearts, our hearts have been weakened by poor diet, lack of exercise and the stressors of the job, causing fatal heart attacks.

We are also killing ourselves going to and from the scene and killing others as well. Apparatus accidents and POV accidents are increasing at an alarming rate and we still have those that STILL refuse to buckle their seatbelt.

Approximately 20 percent of LODDs are the result of injuries incurred during actual fire suppression operations and this is the statistic that is favored by the first camp and that would be all well and good were it not for the issues that were involved in contributing/causing the death (s).

And when guys like me want to step back and look at the “big” picture in the hopes of peeling back the lessons learned/the takeaways, we are called “armchair and Monday morning quarterbacks, Safety Sallies, gutless, ball-less, embarrassment to the profession” and my favorite- “too safe”; just to name a few. I am well past getting upset about it anymore.

Firefighting is a risk-based business-we HAVE to take risks or we’re not doing our jobs.

Really?

Well then; we are going to look at a double LODD from West Virginia and then you tell me if you still feel that we should trade our firefighters-our precious resources-for a tin can.

In Grimwood’s book Euro Firefighter©, Paul describes the “error chain”. In the error chain, Grimwood states:

The ‘error chain’ is a concept that describes human error accidents as the results of a sequence of events that culminates in death or serious injury. Typically, there is usually a chain of mistakes, or omissions, inactions, or failings, that all contribute to the final outcome…

Familiarizing firefighters with the concept of recognizing and eliminating the error chain can prevent an accident before it can occur…

There are some critical clues to identifying links in the error chain. They are divided into: Operational factors and Human Behavior factors…

The presence of any one factor (or more) does not mean that an accident will occur. Rather, it indicates rising risk levels in field operations and that firefighters and fire officers must maintain control through effective management of both risk and resources, in order to eliminate unsafe acts, unsafe conditions and unsafe behavior.

On Thursday, February 19, 2009, Craigsville-Beaver-Cottle Fire Department in Nicholas County, West Virginia lost Lt. Johnnie Howard Hammons and FF Timothy Allen Nicholas during fire suppressions operations. Both were experienced firefighters, according to records ( http://www.register-herald.com/archivesearch/local_story_051234439.html ).

According to the NIOSH report ( http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/fire/reports/face200907.html ), Victim #1 (Hammons) and Victim #2 (Nicholas) entered the front door of the mobile home trailer with a charged 1-1/2 inch hose line. Within 5 to 10 minutes of them entering, the pump operator sounded the evacuation alarm when he noticed that his tank water was low. The victims did not evacuate from the structure. Firefighters on scene attempted to contact them via radio and by yelling into the mobile home. The fire chief and a firefighter tugged on the hoseline several times with no response. They then pulled on the hoseline and it came freely from the mobile home. Both victims were found in the front room, several feet from the front door.*

*Names of victims were added by author. Names of victims are not contained in NIOSH reports.

Using Grimwood’s template for the ‘error chain’, we will dissect the investigation report of NIOSH.

Text from the NIOSH report will appear in italics.

From the NIOSH Summary:

Their facepieces were not on when they were found…

According to the medical examiner’s office, the victims died from smoke inhalation and thermal inhalation. The carboxyhemoglobin (carbon monoxide poisoning) levels were 63% in Victim #1 and 64% in Victim #2. The toxicology reports for both victims showed lethal doses of cyanide in their systems.

It is hypothesized that based on injuries, positions of the bodies when found and the condition in which the victims were found leads investigators to believe that the victims did not enter the structure on air. Masks were found hanging unattached to either victims’ face. Entering into an IDLH atmosphere without proper PPE greatly compromises the safety of entrants. Obvious are the breach in the Human Behavior factors in the ‘error chain’; however, several Operational factors were present, including but not limited to:

- Lack of SCBA maintenance program.

- SCBAs not equipped with PASS alarms.

- Incident Command directly involved with fire ground activities.

- Wind conditions pushing smoke though the mobile home (horizontal chimney effect).

- Anchor for strap on SCBA mask missing, compromising a positive seal.

- No radio carried by interior crew.

- Incident Commander did not take command by naming incident, designating command post and did not give initial report on conditions.

- Incident Commander was initially helping with traffic control, pulling electrical meter and helping with pump operations.

By performing these tasks, the Incident Commander lost control of initial firefighting activities of the victims, firefighting activities of other fire suppression teams and the search and rescue of firefighters.

In addition, changing fire conditions were not monitored or communicated and fire suppression efforts were not coordinated.

A Personal Accountability Report (PAR) is essential to an accountability system. It was known that two firefighters were missing, but their names were unknown at the scene. A call back to the fire station had to be made to determine the names of the missing.

Furthermore, no Incident Safety Officer (ISO) was established to assist the Incident Commander with accountability, firefighter safety or ensuring the donning of PPE.

Would a properly trained ISO have allowed entry into the structure at all and if so, without firefighters being properly attired in PPE, including SCBA and on air?

No Rapid Intervention Team (RIT) was staged and prepared to respond to a firefighter emergency. No one trained in RIT was on scene that day, so the Incident Commander chose them based on experience once he realized that he had a firefighter emergency.

Mobile homes are unlike common residential homes in that they act as a horizontal chimney, because of their narrow width with narrow hallways. It was reported that a hose team using a 2-1/2 inch diameter hose was working at the opposite end of the trailer from the victims. Once inside, they switched from straight stream to fog, changing the thermal balance by introducing more air flow due to the nozzle setting. As the rescue team on the A-side of the trailer was conducting their search for the victims, they reported very hot, smoky conditions from the D-side, where the other hose team was operating. The D-side team only stopped when they ran low on air and exited the structure, taking their hose to the A-side. The Incident Commander took the hose on fog and aimed it through the front door, immediately dissipating the smoke and heat and allowing the rescue team to find the victims.

The department Standard Operating Guidelines (SOGs) were “out-dated” and were in the process of being updated. It was noted by investigators that the SOGs were mostly administrative in nature and lacked detailed fire ground operations.

Both victims had their Nomex® hoods rolled down on their necks. Victim #1’s helmet was found on the couch…as if it had been taken off and laid there. Both victims’ facepieces were found hanging at waist level with their regulators attached, possibly indicating that they were stored in this manner.

It was noted that the department was using both low pressure tanks and high pressure tanks. Some had integrated PASS alarms, some had stand-alone PASS devices and some without any PASS device. Soot was found inside and outside of the facepieces of the victims; another indication that the facepieces were not being worn by the victims.

Facepieces had not been flow tested since March of 2002. Investigators also determined that SCBA bottles had not been recently hydro-statically tested.

Firefighters did not have personal facepieces, but instead, shared them. Questions of proper fit-testing procedures and medical evaluations for respirators were raised. It was noted that many fire department members, including Victim #1 had excessive facial hair and beards.

During the initial phases of the incident, E32 could not pump water, because the truck was in the wrong gear. It was corrected by the Incident Commander and water was then available from E32.

Wind conditions at the time of the call were steady at 15 miles per hour with gusts up to 24 miles per hour. It was reported that weather conditions were not properly considered when employing fire suppression operations.

The structure’s integrity after having been under heavy fire load contributed to a firefighter falling through the floor during interior fire suppression operations. Fortunately, he continued to spray water and was successfully extricated without injury.

This is a very tragic incident that cost two men their lives and their families will be without them forever more.

The problems with the investigative materials that come out after we have laid fallen firefighters to rest is that they are not lauded for their critical review of the available evidence, but instead are seen as criticisms.

When we look at what leads to or contributes to the deaths of our brothers and sisters, we have to set aside our emotions, maintain an open mind, fully digest and process the information so that we can learn from it.

In this case, we have to understand that fighting fires in mobile homes presents unusual challenges and cannot be treated with the same tactics employed at a wood framed, light-weight constructed residence. If you don’t remember anything else, remember “horizontal chimney”.

And to firmly grasp the concept and the evolution of the “error chain” as defined by Grimwood, I recommend that you read this NIOSH report.

If you find any similarities to your department, I strongly urge you to change it NOW. We owe it to Lt. Johnnie Howard Hammons and Firefighter Timothy Allen Nicholas.

If we don’t change it now, we will continue to trade firefighters-precious resources-for tin.

TCSS.

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An Army Private’s First Letter Home

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The envelope measured four inches wide by six inches long. It has held up rather well. It almost has a waxy feel to it. I am sure that it was white at one time, but is now a dark beige color.

In the top, left corner scribbled in pencil is: “after 5 days return to Pvt. W. H. Goodrich, Fort Leavenworth Kans.”

At the top, middle of the envelope is a postmark that says: “Fort Leavenworth Kans., 9 am, Aug 31, 1942.

In the top, right corner of the envelope are the postage cancellation lines and the word “free”.

The envelope is addressed: “Mrs. Walter H. Goodrich, Truro, Iowa.

Inside the envelope is one page of what appears to be paper torn from a pad of school note paper. It measures five and one-half inches wide by nine inches long. Written in pencil is the following:

Fort Leavenworth Kans., Sunday

Dearest Lela

Just a few lines to let you know I got down here OK. Got in last nite about 9:30 and got up at 4:30 this morning. Sure was a change for me. Well how do you feel by now. I hope you are fine. I sure hated to go to bed last nite all by myself.

I was talking to Carl P. today he said the folks was up at Winterset last nite did you go along if you did, did you have a good time? Well sweetheart I guess I’ll ring off for now And please take care of yourself and don’t worry about nothing tell all the folks I said Hello.

Don’t write till you hear from me again because I probably won’t be here long enough to get any mail. Over

Well honey I guess I’ll close this time. And until I see you I’ll be thinking of you all the time.

I’ll write later.

Oceans & Oceans of love,

Your Husband Gotch

My dad passed away in 1992, having served in both theaters of World War II. Yes; his nickname was “Gotch”.

Like many other soldiers, he said good-bye to his pregnant wife, his parents, his brothers and sisters and left to serve his country. I have his GI-issued Bible, a small, olive drab version that zips up. It is my most cherished possession of Dad’s. Inside it is a uniform patch (Tech Staff Sergeant) and a picture of him on an anti-aircraft gun in Washington, DC; his gig after he returned to the States, while awaiting his discharge.

My mother passed away in 1999. While we were clearing out her apartment, I found a small suitcase to the back of her closet and inside the suitcase were letters and cards that they exchanged while they were apart.

This letter that I share with you is to show you what gave our soldiers their strength. Letters were the only mode of communication for the three years that Dad served in the war.

No phone; no Internet. Just letters written in pencil on tablet paper.

When we discuss the importance of writing; ultimately, the discussion will turn to those who don’t feel that writing skills are important.

But, I can tell you that writing letters that clearly communicated feelings exchanged between husband and wife; mothers to her sons and daughters; and boyfriends to their girlfriends gave those serving in the war the will to accomplish their mission.

And THAT is powerful!

I hope that Dad’s letter to Mom has given you all warm hearts and good thoughts on this Veteran’s Day.

I miss you, Dad and I am so very proud of you and thankful to those who have served our great country.

 

Art

The Adventures of Jake and Vinnie© – Episode #34

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Anyone Got a Light?

The house at 431 Maple Street died a very quick death. From the time Engine 53 arrived, it only took 12 minutes for the structure to start its collapse into the basement.

Jake had seen fast-moving fires, but those were in warehouses and were fueled by wood, paper, mattresses, propane gas and air; lots of air! But he had never seen a residential fire burn so quickly.

Man, that friggin’ fire had some energy thought Jake.

“Fire spread was supersonic, eh Jake?” asks Stew.

“It wasn’t natural, Stew. It’s like it was on steroids. STRONG fire; lots of push”, says Jake.

“We’re gonna sift it; Shotgun is gonna go crazy. He’ll be hyper, for sure”, says Stew.

“Still too hot, Stew. That debris in the basement is still super hot. While the guys are rollin’ hose, we’ll keep wettin’ down the basement. Sucks when the only thing left is the foundation. At least the gas tanks on the cars didn’t blow”, says Jake.

“Yeah, but Vinnie poopied in his bunkers when the gas grill exploded. I thought the bahstid was headed for the Moon”, says Jimmy Mac as he walks by.

“Gas grills will do that”, says Jake.

“I was talkin’ about Vinnie!” says Mac with a wink.

Jake laughs, but he knows it’s going to turn serious real quick. There are bodies to be gotten from the rubble. Coroner has already been put on notice.

There’s definitely a smell of Death in the air and an uneasy calm descending on Maple Street. Several residents who lived on the street were huddled in their front yards discussing what they have seen.

Davey Boy has been talking to some of them. Someone had made coffee and was passing it out to the firefighters. Someone else had bottles of water and still another had made sandwiches. Good people in Grandview!

Davey had been canvassing the neighborhood for anyone who might have seen ANYTHING! A suspicious car, person(s)-anything out of the ordinary.

In the meantime, Stew had been surveying the crowd; the small groups assembled in yards. What Stew really was looking for was someone NOT in a group. That would be suspicious in a tight knit neighborhood like Maple Street. But he didn’t see anyone like that.

That’s because I’m smarter than that. I don’t have to stick around to know the outcome. If I feel a need to know, I will turn on the news or buy a paper. Hell, I get news alerts on my cell phone. And besides; I KNOW what happened to Richard and Fran Sticklemeyer. They’re dead because of a frickin’ streetlight! Ain’t that nuts? Find out who fixes streetlights and FIRE their sorry butts. They killed what seemed like a very nice couple!

It’s 0300 and Stew can finally start his investigation. Ironically, a major part of this puzzle has already been found and it sits in an evidence bag on the front seat of his squad car!

A roof ladder has been placed in the basement directly opposite of the concrete steps that lead to the basement from where the outside entrance once stood. Jimmy Mac and Jake cleared those steps for easier access by Stew and eventually the coroner. Grandview PD is there and is nervous about their crime scene.

“Relax, fellas; I promise not to move anything”, Stew says half-jokingly.

Christ; it’s ALL moved…to the basement thought Stew.

Jimmy and Jake have short-handled pike poles to poke around with. Stew is carrying a military-style, collapsible shovel. He likes his little shovel and is seldom seen without it.

It’s clear that a lot of debris will have to be moved, so Stew starts taking photos and invites the PD to do the same. They aren’t crazy about disturbing their crime scene, but they also understand that they aren’t going to get anywhere soon unless they do.

The fire department forms a human chain. They have small buckets for the little stuff and are passing the larger stuff up the chain. It is agreed that Stew will photograph the basement and the PD will shoot the items as they are placed on the ground.

Stew is interested in an area where the remains of a bed are sticking out of the rubble…and that’s where the first body was found.

It was badly burned, but it appeared to be a female. Everything stopped, but the camera. Her hands had been completely burnt off; an indication of a very, very hot fire. Still, it appeared as though the wrists had been bound together. The arms weren’t in a normal position either. The feet were also almost completely gone, but were also in a very unusual position. Stew will want the Medical Examiner to look closely at the wrists and ankles for signs of restraints; possibly rope or tape or maybe even zip ties.

As Stew looks at the head, he notices that, around the mouth, there appears to be a rectangular-shaped area that isn’t as badly burnt, as if something had covered the mouth. Stew will want to know if soot is found in the throat, esophagus, bronchi and lungs. Normally, he would look for soot around the nostrils, but there WERE no nostrils! Internal organs and those sites at the wrists and ankles may be his only clues.

Shotgun is hitting on just about everything in the basement, so Stew decides to crate him. He has collected some samples, including glass. Glass will sometimes capture accelerants. Oh, but what Stew wouldn’t give right now for a wall that was intact! Maybe see a burn pattern.

As Jake pulled at the remains of a Laz-E-Boy, he sees what looks like an arm.

“Better get over here. I think I found the husband”, says Jake.

Sure enough; a badly burned corpse is stuffed under the chair, as if he were hiding. He also appeared to have had something over his mouth. Jake was getting that bad feeling again and Stew was feeling just like Jake!

“Stew; did some sick bahstid kill these people and set the fire to cover it up?” asks Jake.

“Don’t know, Jake, but if you’re asking me for my opinion-and you realize that it’s WAY too early for opinions-I think the FIRE killed these people”, says Stew.

“You mean smoke inhalation, right?” asks Jake.

“Honestly, Jake? I don’t think their CO levels are going to be that high”, says Stew.

“We got a real psycho on our hands, don’t we?” asks Jake.

“I’m afraid so, Jake”, says Stew.

“I’ll want your crew de-briefed before end of shift”, says Stew.

“You got it. What about the press?” asks Jake.

“I’m going to let Cougar handle that. Man; we’re going to have to keep a tight lid on this one…until we know for sure”, says Stew.

“Know WHAT for sure?” asks Jake.

“Whether we’re dealing with more than one person. I mean; I was thinking possibly a murder/suicide; you know; a crime of passion. That was until I saw the husband. Not likely, since he also appeared to have been gagged. Maybe they had wounds. Won’t know until the M-E gets a good look at them, but I know THIS; this side of my brain is saying ‘we need to warn the good folks of Grandview and the other side of my brain is saying ‘there will be mass hysteria if details of this one gets out’,” says Stew.

Stew is on his cell phone calling Chief D and Cougar…

The Adventures of Jake and Vinnie© is pure fiction. Any similarities to the people, places or situations portrayed in the continuing saga are purely coincidental. The Adventures of Jake and Vinnie© is the intellectual property of Art Goodrich a.k.a. ChiefReason. It cannot be re-produced in any form without the expressed permission of the author.

Could It Happen At Your Firehouse?

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Posted 11/08/09

When my nephew isn’t deployed, he is based at Fort Hood, TX. He and his family live in Killeen.

I guess you could say that he is career Army. He is currently on his 3rd tour in Iraq. Thank God.

I was sending messages back and forth with family on Thursday, November 5th and all were grateful that he was “safe”. That is to say; he wasn’t at Fort Hood. It was strange to say it then, but on November 5th, it was safer for Jeff to be in Iraq rather than at his home base.

Why are we witnessing these awful events? Why is it that, every time something terrible happens; people familiar with the perpetrator fall into two camps: the “he was a really nice guy” to “there was something really strange about the guy”. Perhaps that is why we can’t always stop these tragic events; we are looking at the same person, but we don’t SEE the same person.

With the Fort Hood shootings, irony never loomed larger. A psychiatrist went crazy. Even more ironic is the fact that other psychiatrists didn’t notice that their colleague was acting and talking crazy.

As I watched it on TV, I kept thinking about the old cowboy movies where the cavalry would have an Indian scout and you didn’t know if he would lead the soldiers into an ambush. I mean; a Muslim in the U.S. Army going to Afghanistan to fight against Muslims; would he be conflicted?

The news was fermenting anti-Muslim sentiments and that is unfortunate for the law-abiding, devoutly Muslim/devoutly American sectors in our country. But the news kept playing it; “Nadil Malik Hasan-devout Muslim…Nadil Malik Hasan-opposed to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan…Nadil Malik Hasan-shoots 52 unarmed Americans on our nation’s largest Army base and 13 are dead”.

Hasan was described in an interview by his cousin as a “good American”. If so, then I guess you should nominate Timothy McVeigh for a posthumous Congressional Medal of Freedom!

What would cause this man to shoot people who had done him no harm and who had no say in his deployment orders, but get shot-some multiple times-because they were unfortunate to be where he was on this day? It appears, based on the fact that he was giving away personal items before this heinous crime, to be a hate crime and anti-American in nature.

If Hasan had wanted out of the military bad enough, he could have gotten out and without shooting anyone. It’s interesting that he was willing to take training, bumps in grade and a paycheck that was said to be six figures without missing a beat. Then, when his marker came due and he was to be deployed to Afghanistan, he didn’t want to go. No; I think that it is deeper than that. Regardless, the ball was dropped at Walter Reed and Fort Hood.

Nadil Malik Hasan committed an act of terrorism. There are pieces of information coming together since the incident that indicates that this person “snapped”, but put a lot of thought and planning into his crime. And it bears some scrutiny.

There should be some takeaways from this incident that the fire service can learn from.

For example: If a CISD team is debriefing us, then who are debriefing THEM? If we are sharing in graphic detail to a team and others are doing the same with the same team, then wouldn’t you think that there would be a saturation point for these teams?

Just like we “rehab” our people at an incident, should we not do the same for CISD teams?

Then, there is the problem of recognizing issues with our firefighters. Everything from drug and alcohol abuse to arson can find the most inopportune time to present itself and then, it’s too late.

Does anyone have a problem with holding regular roundtables with their people to find out what’s on their minds?

I would think it would be prudent of leadership to take an active interest in the people who are relied upon to carry out our missions. They need every available tool and every advantage to be successful and that includes good, mental health.

If the dinosaurs in the fire service continue to believe that talking about “feelings” is a sign of weakness, then we’d better be prepared to clean up the mess that will surely follow.

Do you ever wonder if any of the close calls and near misses are the results of our people not being in a good, mental state at the time of the call?

Or will you continue to believe that “you will get use to it” and develop that “mental toughness” that we hear so much about”

Yeah; put it right there next to the applications for disability and your turnover rates.

Let’s face it; they aren’t like you or me…

And they SHOULDN’T be!

Related reading posted on Monday, November 9,2009: http://firefighterclosecalls.com/fullstory.php?95922

TCSS.

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Recruitment and Retention-Somali Style

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Lou had just concluded a meeting with his fire board, where the hot topic was declining membership in their 110 year-old fire department. He was at his wit’s ends trying to keep enough firefighters manning day calls without resorting to automatic mutual aid.

Talks with the fire commission had turned from possibly consolidating with a neighboring department to disbanding all together. Lou wanted to take one more shot at finding a proven recruitment and retention program. Tomorrow, he would contact his good friend, Tiger and pick his brain on the issues.

But for now, he was going to relax in his office and try to get some reports done. Rook stuck his head in the doorway…

‘Have you seen the folding card table’, asked Rook?

‘Check the supply room’, said Lou.

Rook went down the hallway and opened the door to the supply room. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at three guys sitting in a half-inflated rubber, rescue raft. They were talking back and forth to each other in a gibberish that Rook had never heard before.

They never looked up, so Rook quietly closed the door. He stood there at the door for a few seconds, thought about opening the door again, but talked himself out of it. He walked back down the hallway to Lou’s office.

‘Lou; do you know there’s three guys in the storage room sitting in our old rubber, rescue raft?’ asked Rook.

‘Yeah; you didn’t piss ‘em off, did you?’ asked Lou.

‘No; they didn’t even see me. Who are they?’ asked Rook.

‘Somali pirates’, said Lou.

‘Long ways from home aren’t they; what are they doing here?’ asked Rook.

‘According to their leader, they snuck onto a cruise ship while it was docked, tried to hijack it, got tossed overboard by vacationing construction workers and hitch-hiked their way to here! I figured since we were short-handed, we could use the help’, said Lou.

‘Three Somali pirates tried to hijack a cruise ship?’ asked Rook, while shaking his head and almost laughing.

‘Yeah; Dalmar said that Somali pirates are very tough and very proud. Didn’t say they were smart, though’, chuckled Lou.

‘Come on, Rook. Let’s go talk to ‘em,’ said Lou.

So, they went down the hallway to the supply room. Lou grabbed the door knob, turned to Rook and asked, ‘You ready for this, Rook?’

Then, Lou opened the door.

‘Guys; for the last time, you can’t spend all your time sitting in this old rubber raft,’ said Lou.

‘Dis a pirate speed boat; no rubber raft, as you say. Dis a Somali speed boat and we are pirates. RRRRR!’ said Dalmar, the only one of them who speaks English.

‘Well, Einstein; you aren’t getting’ anywhere fast, now, are ya?’ asked Lou.

‘Me no Einstein. Me Somali pirate. RRRRR! You will see; de tide will come up and you will see nations who will fear us. Day will pay us big money to leave dem alone,’ said Dalmar.

‘How much have you made so far, Rockefella?’ asked Lou.

‘Twenty dollars American and a cell phone dat I upgrade to a pearl; a black pearl. RRRRR! Dat Johnny Depp some actor!’ exclaimed Dalmar.

‘Ok; your taste in actors is lousy. How’s your taste in food, ‘cause it’s your turn to cook,’ said Lou.

‘Somali pirates are excellent cooks. RRRRR! We must do cooking when we working. Somali weemen are stay-at-hut moms,’ says a proud Dalmar.

‘We start with anjera with dipping sauce; then, ambola. For the main course, we fix lamb on a bed of iskudahkaris. Cake for dessert,’ said a smiling Dalmar.

Lou gives them a ‘thumbs up’. The Somalis became furious.

‘How dare you insult us, you, you goat-looking man,’ said Dalmar.

‘Did you just call me a ‘goat-licker’? Wait; how did I insult you? All I did was give you a ‘thumbs up’, even though the only thing I recognized on the menu was CAKE,’ said Lou.

‘See; dare you go again. Raising thumb is insult in my country. Somali pirates KEEL doze foolish enough to do it. RRRRR! Dalmar, Korfa and Nadif have feelings. We good people who happen to be Somali pirates. RRRRR!’ said Dalmar.

‘You want ‘insult’? Pay attention. Watch closely as I extend my middle finger straight up from my fist. How’s that ’? asked Lou.

‘Dat means dat you are Somali pirate. RRRRR! Dat how we salute. I must say dat your city have many Somali pirates. RRRRR! said Dalmar.

‘Anyways, park your boat. We’ll take the rig to get the stuff for dinner,’ said Lou.

‘Yes, yes, Lieutenant Lou. Assalam aliakum,’ said Dalmar, while flipping Lou the middle finger.

‘And remember; you’re friggin’ firefighters; not Somali pirates. RRRRR! Jeez; now you got me doin’ it,’ said Lou.

While enroot to the grocery store, they got dispatched to a jumper, who was on the seventh floor ledge of an apartment building.

As soon as the ladder truck stopped, Dalmar, Korfa and Nadif zipped into the building and up the stairs.

Before the outriggers on the ladder truck were set, a rope came down from the roof with Dalmar rappelling down to the seventh floor ledge.

The jumper looked at him; astonished. ‘Who are you?’ he asked.

‘Dalmar. Day are Korfa and Nadif’, said Dalmar pointing up to the roof. Korfa and Nadif wave at them.

‘We are Somali pi…refighters. grrrr!’ said Dalmar.

‘Don’t try to stop me from jumping.’

‘Why you wanna jump?’ asked Dalmar.

‘Because, I lost my job, lost all my money, lost my apartment, my girlfriend; everything!’ said the jumper.

‘Let us go find deze tings dat you lost. Korfa and Nadif will help,’ said Dalmar.

‘No; you don’t understand, man. It’s all gone. Now, I have nothing,’ said the jumper.

‘Let me tell you bout nuhting. In Somalia, you live in mud hut or in street. When we slaughter goat, it is for food, clothing and football. We use head for football. Our weemen are taken by outlaws. Our men die very young in war. Many orphans,’ said Dalmar.

‘Jeez; I guess I don’t have it so bad after all. Wanna go for a beer or somethin’?’  asked the jumper.

‘You have no money…so I buy beer,’ said Dalmar.

‘Well, then, you can have my Pirates hat,’ said the jumper.

‘Dis no pirate hat,’ said Dalmar.

‘Sure it is. The big ‘P’ on the front stands for ‘Pirates’; the ‘Pittsburgh Pirates’. Let’s go for that beer. I’ll explain it better,’ said the jumper.

As they go through the window and back into the apartment, Dalmar looks down. Everyone on the ground is clapping and giving him the ‘thumbs up’. Dalmar shook his fist at them.

They got back to the station and Lou proclaimed, ‘Get on dinner. I’m so hungry, I could eat a goat,’ as he winked to Rook.

‘Goat tomorrow night and after, maybe we play some football,’ said Dalmar.

The next day, Rook went down the hallway to get Dalmar, Korfa and Nadif for truck detail. He opened the door and they’re gone…and so is the rubber, rescue raft. A note said, ‘Dalmar, Korfa, Nadif and Tim gone to Pitsbug’.

Rook went to Lou’s office and said, ‘They’re gone and the boat isn’t there either.’

Lou had his back to the door and was writing something on the white board. Rook went over and tapped Lou on the shoulder.

‘Did you hear me? The boat; it’s not there,’ said Rook.

Lou? Lou!

“Huh? Yeah; the boat’s gone”, said Lou.

“Boat? I was asking about the card table. What boat?” asked Rook.

“The pirate boat; the Somali pirates…” Lou darted past Rook and ran down the hallway to the supply room.

Lou opened the door and looked around the room. Everything as it should be, including the red, rubberized SALVAGE COVERS? The covers were no longer used for salvage but for auto extrication training.

Rook came up and asked, “You OK, Lou? You said something about goats and pirates before I woke you up. Were you having a little dream or something?”

“Yeah; something like that. There’s the card table over there. What do you want it for anyway?” asked Lou.

“Ah, the guys want to play Firefighter Monopoly® tonight”, said Rook.

ARRRRRT!

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