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The Art of Blogging

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Blogging rules of etiquette have been around since the word blog was first coined.

 

It is safe to say that much that is written and discussed in the blogosphere is driven by the relative anonymity of the blogger and those wishing to point out their perspectives.

 

Because I have a deep respect for the power of “words”, I try to fashion a blog by adhering to these basic, blogging principles:

 

1)       I will resist making personal attacks. In my early days of blogging, I was a real schmoe when it came to trading insults. Not anymore! “Treat others as you would want to be treated” works for me. Argue with what is said in the post and not with who said it. The blog will likely stay on topic, which brings me to my next point.

2)       To keep the blog on topic, let the discussion take a natural course and though it might take the scenic route, it should remain close to the original topic. If you have something completely off topic to say, start another thread or send it in an email to that person. You want the blog to be entertaining and informative; not confusing.

3)       If I am stating an opinion, I will say that I am stating an opinion. If I am stating a fact, I will say I am stating a fact and will have supporting documentation or references to support the fact. I never confuse opinion with fact.

4)       I will make every effort to use correct spelling, grammar, punctuation and upper/lower case. I will not shout at the reader by using all caps, but will instead keep to short, concise impact statements to advance my point of view. It isn’t a blog if you have a continuous, run-on conglomerate of words with no upper case, punctuation or conjunctions to connect or separate your thoughts.

5)       As cute as they are, I will not feed the trolls. When you feed them, they just want more. If you ignore them, they will go play with their own poop. Engaging them is the surest way to have your discussion locked down by a website administrator. Don’t give them or the troll the satisfaction.

6)       I have tried to create an identity that is true to my real name and my pseudonym. I will not separate the two and if you haven’t noticed, there is an abundance of fakers and pretenders blogging under the anonymity of their username, hacking away with the confidence that they will not be discovered. They steal intellectual properties from others and will not give their sources credit when it is appropriate to do so.

7)       If I screw up, I will admit it and fix it. If I find questionable material, I will ask the poster for more detail and if they can’t provide it, then I might report it to the web administrator. The veracity of the information is very important in the fire service. It must be reliable and come with a certifiable seal of approval.

8)        When citing statistical data, I will always cite my references. Because of the many entities that track the same information to different conclusions, it is important for the sake of debate to cite which agency’s stats are being used.

9)       I try to post cyber links that work and I will make every effort to cut down the size of any picture that I use in my blogs for speed’s sake. If I am told that a link didn’t work, I will attempt to fix it as soon as I can. As far as pictures go? If you’re like me, you will trash bin it if it hasn’t been sent email or blog size.

10)   And finally; what’s said on the blog, stays on the blog. If someone calls me “ball-less” for preaching safety, I don’t tell the wife or kick the dog. My family knows very little about my cyber escapades, which is fine with me. You have to remember to keep everything in perspective. It isn’t real until you meet that person.

 

So, I hope this helps in some way. As more and more people take to Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, LinkedIn, etc., there will be new users who are unfamiliar with the world order. It might require us to “teach” them…

 

In a respectful way.

 

TcSs.

Art

 

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Union Banning Members From Volunteering?

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Specifically, volunteer firefighting!

 

Oh; I assume that you can still volunteer at the animal shelter, homeless shelter or the youth football league, but the days of you providing a vital volunteer service to your community as a volunteer firefighter are over, according to The Albany Times Union, N.Y. newspaper. See article: http://www.timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=761517

 

It is highly suspicious that the union would single out members who also volunteer as firefighters where they reside. So, Albany, NY firefighters who belong to the IAFF and who live outside of Albany will no longer be allowed to volunteer without facing sanctions* by the union.

 

Apparently, the union feels that members cannot be injured while working their “side” jobs on their days off. I guess that you cannot get injured standing in traffic while filling the boot for Jerry’s kids. And perish the thought that members could be hurt playing softball, hockey, rugby, bicycling, motorcycling or rock climbing.

 

Does anyone else find it rather odd that the union would single out volunteering on a fire department as the only activity that could hurt firefighters; thus, costing taxpayers money?

 

So, it’s fine and dandy if their effort at a secondary activity is monetarily rewarded?

 

Without seeing the “decree”, does it specifically state “volunteering as a firefighter”?

 

What about POC (Paid On Call)? Can you volunteer for an AMBULANCE service? What about a “private” fire company or industrial fire brigade? Are any of these activities approved under the union rule?

 

If so, then the intent of the ban is more than obvious to me!

 

So, I find it reprehensible. Telling anyone what they can and can’t do during their OWN time is wrong and bordering on unconstitutional.

 

I can only say to the union: try as you might and wish all you want, but volunteer fire departments are here to stay. In fact; in these tough economic times, I wouldn’t be surprised to see an increase in volunteer fire companies.

 

Don’t get me wrong; I am not anti-union. I am grateful to the IAFF for their work on behalf of firefighter safety, but on this issue of forcing members to stop volunteering, I am deeply saddened and disappointed that they would attack the very fiber and foundation on which this great nation’s fire service was built.

 

Call me crazy, but I think that the union is missing a golden opportunity with the volunteers. I would be seeking their support, offering them services for a volunteer member’s rate and paving their way to full membership some day.

 

Sam Fresina, the local union representative said, “This is nothing against volunteers. This is simply us enforcing an international bylaw for the purpose of taking care of our residents. People in the city of Albany pay our salaries, and it’s incumbent upon us to give them the best possible service that we can”.

 

Sorry, Sam, but it has EVERYTHING to do with volunteers or more importantly, the union inserting themselves in the private/public lives of their members. Regardless of the motive, it is driving a wedge between career and volunteer.

 

And that’s too bad, because BOTH serve vital roles in the communities where they live and serve.

 

*Resolution 2 directs the IAFF to delete Article XV, Section 3 and insert a new subsection to the list of defined misconduct as “working a secondary job part-time, paid on call, volunteer or otherwise as a firefighter, emergency medical services worker, public safety or law enforcement officer, or as a worker in a related service, whether in the public or private sector,where such job is within the work jurisdiction of any affiliate or which adversely impacts the interests of any affiliate or the IAFF.

Upon a finding of guilt…it is recommended that the penalty include disqualification from holding office in any affiliate and/or expulsion from membership for the period that the misconduct persists. Charges filed for the misconduct described…shall be preferred by a member of the charged party’s local and/or member of an adversely affected affiliate.

 

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LEAD! And Get the Lead Out

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I have read several books written by many of the excellent leaders in the fire service.

 

I tend to gravitate to books on firefighting tactics and leadership. Don’t get me wrong; I love reading about fire service history with accounts of the big fires or intricate rescues, but tactics and leadership books seems to fit better with what I do and what I want to accomplish.

 

Though tactics are specific to what we do in the fire service, leadership is something that we can use in all walks of life.

 

I know I’m a better manager because of my fire service leadership training. I know I react better to all emergencies for the same reason. I also know that I’m a better person over-all, because of the skills-personal and professional-that I have gained from leaders in our fire service.

 

 Here is where this is going: when volunteer firefighters fail to meet acceptable, minimum requirements to be considered active on their fire department, is it a failure of leadership?

 

When a career firefighter no longer wants to work out, study for promotion or train in the specialized fields, is it a failure of leadership?

 

Finding what motivates your people is a key component of leadership. Diplomacy would be right behind.

 

If expectations have been clearly identified and the tools have been made available to every firefighter, then how can we not see early on that a person is not meeting expectations?

 

Why does it rise to a level where the morale of your department is being negatively affected?

 

I prescribe to the John Salka paradigm of leadership, in that everyone on a fire department is a leader; from the rank of firefighter to fire commissioner. Leadership DOES NOT rest solely on the shoulders of one person and on most departments that would mistakenly be the chief.

 

When a fire department is ready to implode, it will be the chief who will be held accountable.

 

But, it will be shared responsibility that will have you looking at the application, the screening, the hire, the probationary period, the mentoring, the training and ultimately, the termination, if goals have not been met.

 

If your department has not established benchmarks for firefighters to achieve, then it is a leadership problem.

 

If you belong to a department where a chief rules with an iron fist, it is a leadership problem.

 

If you belong to a department where nepotism outweighs and outscores qualifications for a rank or position, then it is a leadership problem.

 

Firefighters will only get involved enough to complain, but want to remain neutral. They call THAT not getting involved.

 

No such thing!

 

You become involved the day that you were issued turnout gear and a pager. Welcome to the world of leadership!

 

So, as leaders, we learn to identify the signs and symptoms and then, the treatment and the cure.

 

But, we are ever the optimists. We disregard our training, because we HOPE that the firefighter will turn it around on their own.

 

And THAT is the biggest mistake that you will ever make as a leader. The firefighter didn’t get there by himself and he certainly won’t turn it around by himself.

 

I have seen departments literally torn in two, because a firefighter with attendance issues wasn’t dealt with properly. It should NEVER reach that point!

 

If you haven’t done so already; establish realistic attendance policies for meetings, training and other fire department functions.

 

Create a personnel committee to monitor every member’s involvement.

 

Prepare a document that everyone agrees to follow and then have them sign it.

 

Take the appropriate actions BEFORE they become a big problem.

 

It all comes down to this: in this business, everyone has each other’s back.

 

A leader is watching what is in front of you.

 

YOU are watching what is behind him.

 

NOTHING GETS BY EITHER OF YOU!

 

TCSS.

 

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Signal 5-5-5-5 Lt. Kevin Kelley

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On January 9, 2009, Lt. Kevin Kelley of the Boston Fire Department was killed when the rig he was riding crashed, while returning to quarters.

 

Photos posted at the many firefighter websites show Boston FD Ladder 26 penetrating a brick building.

 

Lt. Kevin Kelley was a 30-year veteran of the department. Video footage of his funeral showed a procession befitting of a fallen hero and one described as the “bravest of the brave”.

 

At 30 years in the service of his beloved Boston FD, Lt. Kelley was adding the final chapters to his colorful career with appearances on Firehouse USA: Boston.

 

His blue collar/no bullshit approach to his craft endeared him to his men, his fire department, community and a nation of brothers and sisters. His attitude and his love for the job were crystal clear during his camera time on Firehouse USA.

 

Tribute upon tribute confirms that Lt. Kelley still had a boyish excitement about going to work every shift and that is extraordinary, because with 30 years in, you have had plenty of time to be hurt, to be discouraged, disheartened, frustrated; to become bitter, disillusioned, confused, angry and contemplative of tossing it all.

 

Lt. Kelley didn’t do that. He drew his strength from brotherhood and I believe that he wouldn’t allow anything-emotion or politics-to drive a wedge into it. And that’s why I think that Lt. Kevin Kelley would be disappointed to read and to see some of the reactions to his tragic death.

 

I never knew him and I never met him. I cannot tell you any “Two-Times” stories. I only know of him through the power of multi-media.

But, I am also NOT going to say that all I need to know is that he was a firefighter, because from what I have seen in video and read about him, I want to know more about Lt. Kevin Kelley.

 

I want to read those stories about a 30-year guy who loved every minute of his time on this Earth, taking care of business and not allowing anything else to complicate it.

 

We didn’t lose another firefighter. We lost a national treasure. This was a guy who had something worth hearing, because you knew it was coming from the heart.

 

I would have loved to have gone and listened to him talk about his craft, but I don’t think we would have seen him on the lecture circuit, because it was never about HIM. He was just happy to go to work.

 

So, I’m going to let the city hall jag-offs spin damage control.

 

I’m going to let the other fire service pundits speculate on a myriad of possible causes.

 

But I will NOT allow mutts to use Lt. Kevin Kelley’s tragic death to promote their self-serving and insidious agendas, because he deserves WAY better than that.

 

Normally, I would be screaming for accountability, but I can’t this time; not yet anyway. I am still shaken by the fact that Lt. Kevin Kelley will NEVER get to look back on his glorious career as a jake and to know that he made a difference and touched so many lives.

 

I intend to honor him because he touched my life and reminded me that pride and integrity still counts for something and to never, ever take for granted what we do and to remember that it is of the highest privilege that we are allowed to be a part of this great nation’s fire service.

 

God bless you, Lt. Kevin Kelley.

 

Published 1/15/09

 

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Blago Blog

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For those of you outside of Illinois, “Blago” is short for “Blagojevich” (pronounced blah-goy-yah-vitch); the last name of our most corrupt governor.

 

I am a student of politics. I have proudly been involved since age 17. I have worked on campaigns, supported candidates for public office, ran for public office, held public office and am currently an elected fire district trustee up for re-election.

 

I have done so in the true spirit of public service that I learned from the fire service. It has never been done for money or power, but rather, as a call to duty; to make changes that would hopefully create a better model, if you will.

 

That doesn’t make me special or different. It describes the majority of others in our state’s public service; be it politics, fire service, EMS, law enforcement and untold numbers of civil servants. Despite my cynicism, I truly believe that.

 

“Absolute power corrupts absolutely” (John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton). It does and it did!

 

Governor Blagojevich was arrested yesterday along with his chief of staff, John Harris and was charged with federal corruption, racketeering, wire and mail fraud.

 

I won’t bother to post any links. It’s everywhere! It is embarrassing to the point of humiliating.

 

I was already hearing about this slime ball in 2001; the year before his election to his FIRST term as governor. That’s right; Illinois gave him TWO chances to take Illinois to the most corrupt state in the country…and he didn’t disappoint us!

 

In a state that is highly regarded internationally for its fire service and its fire research programs, the citizens and its public servants of this state must now shoulder the intense scrutiny by the rest of the world, because of the ignorance, arrogance and ego of the state’s top executive.

 

It disgusts and angers me that the voters in this state gave him the “do over” of a second term to further erode the public trust.

 

His name will be added to the ever-growing “wall of shame”.

 

The irony to all of this is that Blagojevich ran a campaign to “clean up corrupt politics” in Illinois.

 

In fact, he stated that, with regards to corruption, it was not going to be “business as usual”.

 

He got that right. He took corruption to a whole new level.

 

And in spite of it, Illinois still has a damned good fire service and for that, I am still proud!

 

Ah, what the hell: www.chicagotribune.com.

 

TCSS.

 

 

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Baptism By Fire Or Death By Diversity?

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We use the term “baptism by fire” in the fire service to measure that milestone that we achieve with our first big fire; our first true test as a firefighter. The “baptism” welcomes us into a world where ranks are closed very tightly and bonds are never to be broken. And when one dies, the aggrieved mourns the loss, but it is the fire department that captures all of the attention.

 

This blog is done with respect to and in honor of Fire Paramedic Apprentice (FPA) Rachel Wilson of the Baltimore City Fire Department, who died during a training exercise on February 9, 2007.

 

The intent of this blog is to examine pre-incident issues, post-incident issues, recommendations that were made post-incident and corrective measures taken to date. Comments are welcome, but they will be respectful, thoughtful and most of all, civil. I expect there to be differences of opinions, but again; they will be respectful replies.

 

Because of the many issues involved, I believe that it is important that a dissection of available information takes place and we intake them as lessons learned.

 

First of all, I know very little about the “inner” workings of one of our storied fire departments in this country; Balitmore City Fire Department. After all, they were the backdrop for the feature film “Ladder 49”.

 

However; though I may not know how BCFD fulfills their mission statement, I know how it should work at ANY fire department, because firefighters are NOT supposed to die during their training. They are supposed to be learning the skills that will keep them alive!

 

I will tell you that, based on the information circulated after the death of FPA Rachel Wilson and since, it appears that this tragic incident has become a political football and though inappropriate, it is the exclamation point to a series of decisions that may have been made for the wrong reasons that culminated in the death of a 29 year old mother of two small children.

 

After I read the NIOSH report for this LODD, I was reminded of a training death that occurred on September 25, 2001. Bradley Golden died during a training exercise in Lairdsville, NY.

 

I was reminded because, in my opinion in both cases, leadership failed. Those who were charged with protecting these new probationary firefighters, failed to do so. Make no mistake; that “protection” begins from the selection process through the rest of their tenure with the fire department.

 

They are similar incidents because, in both cases, national standards that could have protected them were either violated or ignored. They certainly were not followed. As an example; in both cases, more than ONE fire was set and materials containing petro-chemical components were used as fuel for the training fires.

 

The other, obvious similarity between the two was that; post-incident, no one was willing to accept responsibility for their actions/inactions. Baltimore Mayor Dixon wasn’t accepting responsibility for Rachel Wilson’s death, even though she pushed for diversity for city employees.

 

BCFD Chief Goodwin fired three officers because he wasn’t accepting responsibility for Wilson’s training death, even though it was his personal pick heading up the training academy.

 

In the Lairdsville, NY case, at least the person who refused to take responsibility for his actions was arrested, charged, tried and convicted of contributing to the death of Bradley Golden.

 

FPA Rachel Wilson was described in the NIOSH report as a 29 year old female, who stood 5’ 4” tall and weighed 192 pounds. According to the CDC Body Mass Index Calculator, Wilson’s BMI was 33; considered to be “obese”. A weight of 110 – 140 pounds for that height would produce a “normal” range BMI stat. This could have been a factor with Wilson’s inability to self-evacuate through a window with a 41” high sill.

 

Furthermore, there were accusations made early on in the investigation that diversity was a key consideration in Wilson’s hiring. In addition, at the time of FPA Wilson’s training death, the fire department did not have any physical fitness requirements. In other words, NO CPAT (Candidate Physical Ability Test)!

 

During the post-incident investigation, all fire department officers interviewed, stated that the “city had removed physical fitness requirements” some years before, in an “attempt to recruit a more diversified work force”. The fire department had a physical agility test that lacked national consensus and it relied on “self-elimination” of candidates. The environment at the fire academy was to pressure the less qualified recruits to drop out,” according to interviews.

 

So; if a candidate made a poor decision to apply, what are the chances that they will make the decision to “self-eliminate”? It is common during the agility portion of a CPAT certified course to FAIL. This tells that applicant: (a) better luck next time and (b) go get into better physical shape and come back. BUT; you don’t get hired until you can pass and damn the diversity initiatives, because being fit for the job has NOTHING to do with race, gender or religion.

 

Without knowing BCFD’s complete testing process, reports stated that FPA Wilson experienced “mask claustrophobia” during previous training evolutions. Additionally, Wilson had not met the minimum time of the physical agility test. It was reported that Wilson tested again just prior to the live burn and produced a slower time than her initial test time.

 

So; it is clear that FPA Rachel Wilson’s firefighter skill sets were being brought into question, but only after her death.

 

Reports were saying that certified fire instructors in Maryland were in short supply. Plus, it was costly to schedule and hire them for training, so, under the watchful eye of Chief Goodwin, the fire department was going to save money by hiring “adjunct” instructors and pay them with more time off, which simply means that he was going to use HIS people and instead of paying them overtime, they would be given more Kelly days. But, wouldn’t someone have to cover them in the rotation and wouldn’t they be paid overtime to do it?

 

It was reported that, on the day of Wilson’s death, none of the adjunct instructors participating had any training as a fire instructor. Also reported was that the adjunct instructor in FPA Wilson’s squad was doing so for the FIRST time.

 

Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) is a very important component to personal safety and especially to a firefighter. Turnout gear is literally their barrier to extreme heat and death. According to reports, turnout gear was replaced on the “front lines” and the throwaways were taken to the fire academy, where cadets would select their “gear” for training. On February 9, 2007, FPA Wilson was wearing a coat that was 5 years old and was dirty, but within compliance. Her pants, on the other hand, were 10 years old and well past their useful life and beyond repair. The crotch area shows extreme wear and tear and it was reported that the moisture barrier was no longer effective.

 

Radios, flashlights and SCBAs were provided on an “as needed” basis. Through interviews, it was noted that some of the participants did not have Personal Alert Safety System (PASS) devices and some instructors did not have radios.

 

One could suppose that poor communication caused NINE (9) fires to be set, with seven (7) of those fires set underneath the “fire floor”; in this case, the third floor, where Wilson’s crew was to extinguish a training fire (s).

 

For the training fires, according to NIOSH, a mixture of excelsior, wooden pallets, tree branches, an automotive tire, bed mattresses and foam rubber from a chair were used. Anyone with even a tacit knowledge of NFPA 1403 knows that you only use material with “known burn characteristics”.

The fires were arranged in “teepee” and “lean-to” fashion, both acceptable; however, stuffing excelsior into voids and vent areas are not.

 

Reports (NIOSH) state that FPA Wilson had difficulty controlling the hose line. As the fire that stood in their way on the second floor grew, her instructor took the hose, knocked down the fire on the second floor and then they advanced to the top floor, where conditions soon deteriorated.

 

Their exit was a window that led to a second story roof top. The window was approximately 28” wide and the window sill was 41” from the floor (see report). FPA Wilson could not self-evacuate through the window with the rest of her crew. It took a valiant effort for crews to push through the second floor and up to the third floor in order to assist with the rescue of FPA Wilson. She was in serious condition, quickly transported to the hospital, where she was pronounced dead from her injuries.

 

Mayor Dixon expressed outrage in a press release. Chief Goodwin stated that, if policies were violated, people would be held responsible. His recommendations were sent to the mayor for her press release.

 

An interesting termination occurred with the officer who was in charge of RIT. According to reports, the RIT officer was on “light duty” and could not actively participate. Had NFPA 1403 been followed, the likelihood of activating the team would have been highly unlikely.

 

On the day of the incident and during the press conference afterwards, Chief Goodwin praised everyone involved for their “valiant efforts” to rescue FPA Rachel Wilson. So; why would the officer in charge of RIT be one of the three terminated from the department? How was this reward for a “valiant effort”?

 

Why would anyone on “light duty” be involved beyond the planning stage of a live burn exercise? Who made the decision to place a person on light duty at the scene of a live burn and be put in charge of RIT?

 

Who made the decision to use this three story, dilapidated piece of crap as a live burn training exercise?

 

Who made the decision to set more than one training fire at a time during the training evolution?

 

Who allowed materials with known petro-chemical properties to be used as fuel for the training exercise?

 

And at the very beginning that led to a very sad ending: who made the decision to hire FPA Rachel Wilson?

 

Was the decision to hire Rachel Wilson made by city hall to achieve diversity? If so, then the mayor should be held accountable.

 

If Chief Goodwin allowed the culture that ultimately led to the death of Rachel Wilson, then he needed to be held accountable.

 

Who was accountable for Rachel Wilson on the day she was hired and on the day that she died?

 

How can the fire service be the face of compassion, if we show little, if any for our own? It becomes increasingly harder to save lives if we kill the ones hired to do that.

 

And at the end, there is a hypocrisy that allows for a middle aged, out of shape, paperweight to decree CPAT for everyone…else!

 

That same hypocrisy allows us to spin our information. I applaud BCFD for implementing the corrective actions to the ten (10) NIOSH recommendations. Note that I didn’t say “changes” as Chief Clack did. “Change” is what will occur within the department AFTER the recommendations are implemented.

 

And if anyone is looking for “justice” out of all of this?

 

Let’s just say that there must be a “sliding” scale, because in New York, you can go to jail if you don’t protect your people’s safety, but in Maryland? You just move on to bigger and better things.

 

Here are the links that I promised:

 

http://www.abc2news.com/news/local/story/Final-Report-On-Firefighter-Death-Critical-Of/6LEmfr4uBEWPXYcEKZzQEA.cspx

 

http://www.emsnetwork.org/artman/publish/article_25310.shtml

 

http://www.baltimoresun2.com/talk/showthread.php?t=112618

 

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

 

http://wjz.com/topstories/firefighter.injured.west.2.425362.html

 

http://www.baltimorecity.gov/news/press/02-22-07StatementonWilsonInvestigation.pdf

 

http://www.ci.baltimore.md.us/government/fire/downloads/1208/121908%20NIOSH%20Report%202008.pdf

 

http://www.cdc.gov/nccdphp/dnpa/healthyweight/assessing/bmi/adult_BMI/english_bmi_calculator/bmi_calculator.htm

 

http://www.citypaper.com/news/story.asp?id=13835

 

http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/fire/reports/face200138.html

 

http://media.www.loyolagreyhound.com/media/storage/paper665/news/2007/11/20/News/Baltimore.Fire.Chief.Goodwin.Resigns-3111021.shtml

 

http://www.cwhms.com/news.php?id=1

 

http://www.firefighterclosecalls.com/pdf/BaltimoreTrainingLODDFinalReport82307.pdf

 

 

 

 

 

TCSS.

 

 

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Interview with Chief Mark Wessel of Keokuk, IA FD

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Author’s Note: This article first appeared as a “Voice of Reason” article under my pen name ChiefReason in October of 2004 during Fire Prevention Week. I am re-printing it here for several reasons. I do so to honor the memory of Dave McNally, Nathan Tuck and Jason Bitting, the three firefighters who gave the ultimate sacrifice in the performance of their duties. I do so to keep my promise to Chief Wessel to continue to spread his message. And I also want anyone who thinks that they are ready to take the leadership role in their department to read this and then ask themselves if they are ready. I am providing the link to the NIOSH report for those who wish to read a more in-depth account of the events that occurred on December 22, 1999.   http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/fire/reports/face200004.html

 

On December 22, 2007, it will be eight years ago that Keokuk, IA Fire Department suffered its worst firefighter loss of life to a residential fire.

 

On December 22, 1999, the fire department was decimated by the deaths of Assistant Chief Dave McNally, Firefighter Nathan Tuck and Firefighter Jason Bitting. A young mother lost three of her children. A catastrophe times six!

 

I believe that the lessons learned from this fire are important to future generations, because it is Middle America and occurred in a town with a population of about 13,000. The demographics of this community could mirror many across our nation.

 

Keokuk is protected by a career department consisting of 18 firefighters and a chief. A shift is covered by 5-6 firefighters beginning at 7:00 am with a callback system and mutual aid.

 

I have asked someone who is very close to Mark to introduce this extraordinary gentleman.

 

So I will defer to none other than Chief Billy Goldfeder, founder of www.firefighterclosecalls.com.

 

INTRODUCTION:

 

Chief Mark Wessel is a fire chief like many of us-and like many of us, started off at the bottom rung and worked his way up. He has responded to numerous fires, rescues and related emergencies and has reacted like many of us-from the good to the bad-from the happy to the sad. And like many of us, has tried to do the best he can with what he has to work with-from the budgets to the equipment to the firefighters. Just another hard working fire chief in the USA.

 

Things changed drastically for Chief Wessel and the members of the Keokuk FD in 1999 when not only were 3 children lost in a fire-but 3 of his firefighters as well. The actual story can be found below. My comments are related from a more personal standpoint as far as the “before and after” of when bad stuff, real bad stuff happens.

 

So often in the fire service, we never learn. In some cases, even tragic events don’t change the behaviors of a fire department….even when it happens to them! And that only makes the event more tragic. But in recent times, as horrible as some losses have been, there are some leaders that have tried hard all along-but when the bad occurs, have the guts and leadership to effect change-no matter what the barriers. One such excellent example of that is Chief Mark Wessel. Chief Wessel could have taken many “roads” following this tragic event but that’s not the kind of person he is. It is clear to anyone, once they talk to him, that they will understand that he had the courage to MAKE THE CHANGES and will discuss and share what happened in Keokuk with firefighters anywhere so “that” does not happen to them. Kind of a “history repeating itself” prevention officer. He shares what they did wrong, what they did right and how ANY FD can learn from the horror that he and his firefighters went through. His message is clear-this kind of event does NOT have to happen to you and while yes-he has enacted some very radical changes, Mark’s focus is what all of ours should be everyday-that EVERY FIREFIGHTER RETURNS HOME AFTER EVERY ALARM.

 

It is a pleasure to introduce this interview with my friend and colleague, Chief Mark Wessel.

 

Btn. Chief Billy Goldfeder, E.F.O.

October 2004

 

 

CR: Chief; first of all, thank you for sharing your experiences of this tragic incident. It is a story that I feel needs to be told again and again. The fact that you have traveled this country recounting it is an extraordinary display of humility and strength of character on your part.

 

CW: Thank you, Chief.  This is the only way I can think of that and possibly make something good come out of a very tragic event in our department.

 

CR: I have heard you speak on three occasions. The first time was at the memorial service on Sunday, December 26, 1999. The second time was at Tazewell County Fire School in East Peoria, IL in April of 2002 and just recently in New Windsor, Il on September 16th. And all three times, I sat in awe of your composure. Where do you find the emotional strength to relive that tragic day time after time?

 

CW: Actually, the only way I can describe where the strength comes from is through God and everyone’s prayers.  That day was one of the most, if not the most horrible day of my life.  The loss of our brothers has been horrible to say the least.  The only way I can describe how I am able is simply this: I relive the day in my mind, everyday.  I will never forget the horror for the families, the firefighters, the community, and myself.  All I have left are opportunities to share the experience in hopes someone, somewhere, will be safer.

 

CR: You delivered not one, but three eulogies at the memorial service; all the while, looking at the faces of the families of the three, fallen firefighters. Was it surreal? Were you in a state of shock, denial; what?

How did you do it?

 

CW: To be quite honest, I remember being mostly numb.  I felt so humbled and responsible that all I could think about was the fact that no matter what words were said, they were not adequate.  The entire ordeal was so far above my ability to comprehend, I just existed through the service.  Fortunately, there were so many people that assisted myself, and the department, so that things ran smoothly.  I will never be able to express my gratitude enough to all those people.

 

CR: You did your program at Tazewell on “The Disaster Has Become Personal”. You described the preparation for the memorial, the funeral and arranging for the benefits for the firefighters’ families. You spoke of some battles that you fought during this time. I particularly remember one involving John Buckman, who, I believe, was president of the National Volunteer Fire Council (NFVC) at the time. Can you talk about that?

 

CW: Actually, Chief Buckman was representing the IAFC.  Sometimes people lose perspective of why we were gathered that day.  Politics sometimes supersedes common sense.  Fortunately, it was not a local issue, but more of a national issue as to who would be allowed to sit on the stage (how many union representatives vs. non-union representatives).  Chief Buckman was not the problem.  I was able to mitigate the problem and move forward with the program as planned.  I would like to clarify that I certainly appreciate Chief Buckman traveling to Keokuk to represent the IAFC. That was the first time I had met Chief Buckman, and all I can say is he has been there for my department and me.  I believe we have developed a very good friendship over the past 5 years.   

 

CR: Tell us about the public’s reaction to the overwhelming presence of all of the firefighters at the memorial service.

 

CW: I believe the general public viewed first hand what we mean when we speak of the brotherhood.  The interesting part of the brotherhood in this part of the country is, whether you are paid or volunteer, you belong.  Although the Keokuk Fire Department is all career, and has been for 125 years, when we require assistance, it’s the volunteers that we call on.  I so much appreciate their help for that time and since.

 

CR: Governor Tom Vilsack was in attendance. Were you given any private time with him and can you share with us what was said?

 

CW: There really wasn’t much time.  The Governor traveled here that day, spoke some words of regret and encouragement then returned to Des Moines just after the service. 

 

CR: Assistant Chief Dave McNally and you had a relationship before the two of you joined the fire department. Please tell us about your friend.

 

CW: Dave and I knew each other before we were ever hired onto the department.  We weren’t what you would call running buddies, but occasionally would hang out together.  Dave and I were hired about a year apart.  He more senior to me.  I guess to give a perspective of how our careers evolved, I’ll give a quick and dirty.  Mid 70’s; both firefighters.  Early ’81, Dave became a Lieutenant and I was a firefighter on his shift.  In 1983, I became a Lieutenant and we were on different shifts.  In 1988, I was promoted to Assistant Chief.  Dave was my Lt. In 1995, Dave was appointed Assistant Chief.  In 1997, I was appointed Chief.  Dave was the best.  I would have followed him anywhere.

 

CR: Nathan Tuck was 39 years old at the time, but had only been on the department 4-1/2 years. Did his desire to join come from his other community involvements?

 

CW: I think Nate was all about helping.  It really didn’t matter what he was doing, just so he could help someone.  High school kids seemed to be his passion.  His personality was just right for them.  Nate was so compassionate.  Always encouraging.  That can be an elusive trait to find today.

 

CR: When I see pictures of Jason Bitting, I see youthful exuberance and eyes full of promise. Tell us about Jason.

 

CW: Jason is kind of hard for me.  I think because of the age difference.  A big teddy bear!  So strong, so willing, so intelligent, yet still remaining naïve enough to have a burning desire to live and to learn.  Jason was the kind of person you had to love. 

 

Actually, all three of the guys were so special.  I was able to fill the vacant positions, but could never replace those three special firefighters.

 

CR: Let’s talk about the NIOSH report and especially, the recommendations. Staffing was an issue. It is obvious that your resources were stretched by the MVA and then the report of the residential fire. Is it safe to say that your initial response to the fire was a quint, engine and four personnel. Was this SOP?

 

CW: Yes; that was the initial response.  Whenever you have a total shift of 6 personnel, a 5 man minimum and answer 850 to 900 calls for service a year, you are going to have times when you respond to an emergency with 3, 4, or 5 personnel on the initial response.  This is what we learned:  It’s not how many you respond with, it’s what you do with them when you arrive.  If you lose perspective of the whole picture, it doesn’t matter how many you have.

 

CR: What do you believe NIOSH considered an appropriate staffing level for a city like Keokuk?

 

CW: I think this will also better explain the previous question.  I don’t think NIOSH actually stated how many personnel would be an appropriate staffing level for a community like Keokuk.  If you were to take into consideration NFPA and all of the evolutions that need to be accomplished, I would think that number would be somewhere between 13 and 16 personnel.  Now; that would be for a single-family dwelling.  Next; take into consideration the age and condition of the community.  How about all of the commercial structures in the community?  And, the industrial base that Keokuk serves?  I guess one might easily estimate the need for 24 to 30 personnel on duty ready to respond.  But, the $700 question.  How do we pay for it?  We don’t. We make due with what we can afford.  With that comes responsibility to formulate SOP’s that can be affected safely.  If you can’t do that, then stand back and become defensive in your attack of the emergency.  It’s much easier to stand in front of the media and say we had to let it burn because we did not have the resources to use a reasonable amount of safety to protect the firefighters than it is to conduct a memorial service.  It’s much easier to look at a reporter with rubble in the background than to look into the faces of the grieving family of a firefighter.  That I can say with certainty, and anyone reading this should take it to the bank.

 

CR: The report recommended that the IC does initial size-up before initiating firefighting efforts and then continually evaluating risk versus gain as the incident continues. AC McNally was the highest rank initially. Wouldn’t he have done a size-up before starting search-and-rescue? And would you not take command once on scene under “normal” circumstances?

 

CW: Under normal circumstances, yes.  TUNNEL VISION played a huge role in the way that fire was approached.  Mother, with a 4 year old in hand, screaming, “MY BABIES ARE INSIDE” was key to the deviation from normal operations.  I believe being keyed up from the MVA that morning just prior to the call-in fact they were called off of that incident to this one-played a part in the initial operation.  Having no medical transport available played a key role.  One might say that this fire was routine.  ROUTINE is no longer a word in our vocabulary.  Other than pulling into the fire scene and seeing smoke from a residential structure, there was nothing else routine about it.  There was nothing normal about that day.

 

CR: Do you think too much emphasis or not enough is put on an ICS? What would it have done for you on this day? You had to get the kids out. In retrospect, break the incident down to what might have been done differently.

 

CW: I truly feel ICS is the most important aspect of firefighter safety we can have on the emergency scene.  Good command should reflect control, coordination, goals and communication.  I guess I could beat myself up indefinitely over the operation.  Some may even say I should.  Trust me; I have.  Through this I have gained nothing.  What has been most effective is dissecting the incident into pieces small enough to calculate.  Also, dissecting the department so that the task is not so overwhelming in the development of good SOP’s, SOG’s. 

 

CR: “Defensive search” was mentioned. I don’t mind telling you that it put a silly look on my face. The only thing that I could think that it meant was to take a long stick and poke it through a window and maybe someone would grab it. How close am I?

 

CW: Actually Chief, you’re not to far off.  What defensive search actually refers to is the idea of not over committing.  Do not place yourself in a position that you might become part of the problem.  I know we train to rescue people.  I know we all have learned the right hand rule and left hand rule on primary search and rescue.  Let me just say this:  If you have firefighters who have not had this training, they should not be your rescue team.  If you are a firefighter who has not had this training, then you should refuse to perform interior search and rescue.  I was teaching a basic breathing apparatus class and was asked the question about CEU’s for HAZMAT Tech.  I asked if the student was a Tech and he replied “yes”.  This particular student had never worn breathing apparatus.  Maybe over the years things have changed that much, but I always thought you needed to wear breathing apparatus to train to the HAZMAT Tech level.  Don’t put yourself or your people in an over committed environment.  When and if other resources arrive, then and only then might you consider further commitment?  Stay next to a door or window to do your search.  Do not commit further than your resources or training allow for a reasonable amount of safety.

 

CR: “maintains close accountability for all personnel at the fire scene”. This would suggest that you didn’t know where your FIVE people were, when it is painfully clear that you knew exactly where they were and what they were doing. Was this meant to address communications issues? Who had radios that day?

 

CW: I did in fact know that they were performing rescue operations on the interior of the structure.  When you have this few personnel on the scene, you can track everyone without too many problems.  As the incident grows, you must then utilize a formal accountability system to track all the operations that are simultaneously occurring.  Having a good accountability of your personnel will help to stabilize a scene, reduce freelancing and provide a safer more proficient operation.  Having an established accountability program will reduce the impact of Murphy’s Law.

 

CR: NIOSH addressed communications. Were there difficulties with radio transmissions, radio equipment, and no back-up channels? What caused your radios to be a focus for their review?

 

CW: At the time of this fire, only the officers had portable radios.  Today, all personnel carry radios.  There was very little communications occurring at the scene that morning.  In fact, it would be reasonable to say little or none, except for initial communications with dispatch.  I think NIOSH focused on this mainly because communications seems to be a common denominator in LODD’s.  It would seem to me that whenever a team is focused on search for a known victim, the radio’s become very quiet.  We have worked on our communications quite a lot.  We continue to have a long way to go.  With radio communications there is always room for improvement.  I think for me the lesson in emergency scene communications was not what was communicated but more of what was not communicated.

 

CR: RIT is a biggie. A lot of discussion over the years. At what point in this incident did you actually have enough manpower to assign RIT? And honestly? Knowing Iowa OSHA like I do, I would have bet on a citation for violating two in/two out. Was RIT part of the equation early into this incident?

 

CW: No, RIT really wasn’t a consideration.  Actually the 2 in 2 out rule is negated in Iowa if a known rescue is in progress.  2 in 2 out never played a role in any of the investigation.  My only observation towards 2 in 2 out is; Why is it OK in OSHA’s eyes to perform a rescue with only one person if you know someone is trapped than it is if you are assuming someone may be trapped?  I thought OSHA was about employee safety.  If that is the case, even they make an exception to the rules (SOP’s).

 

CR: The last NIOSH recommendation addresses PASS devices. Your firefighters each wore two; one integrated into the SCBA and the other attached to their coats. Yet, no one could recall hearing any audible alarms from any of the stricken firefighters. Could it be speculated that a thermal event inside the structure rendered the devices inoperable?

 

CW: The third party testing revealed that, due to the extreme thermal event, the electronics failed in all the audible devices.  One more lesson; if it is man made, it can and most probably will fail at the worst time. 

 

CR: Could you talk about relationships and their importance when dealing with a traumatic event?

 

CW: Considering I’ve been fortunate to have not had prior experience with a LODD, I would say we had to learn how to deal with the trauma.  Fortunately, the firefighters respected each other through the entire ordeal.  There were so many different emotions being experienced, you just had to wonder how the department would make it.   I guess the Good Lord stayed with us through to the end.  Although I’m sure we remain far from the end.  Each person experiences grief in a different way and at different times.  Knowing that you are going to have all these different emotions occurring, you have to stay on top of the game.  We were able to come through this with little animosity and hurt feelings.  It’s all about RESPECT.

 

CR: The last time you and I spoke, you told me about the McNally boys and I saw that gleam in your eye and that smile stretch across your face. Tell our readers about them.

 

CW: All three of our men had kids at home.  Some were rather young and would need to analyze all of this at a later age.  Some were older and could, for as well as can be expected, experience the pain and suffering of the loss of their father immediately.  I really could not relate to them very well as I had never experienced a loss of this type.  All I could do is sit back and pray that the children could rationalize the loss and continue to move forward.  Fortunately, to the best of my knowledge, all has gone well.  As for the McNally boys; they are doing well.  Pat, the oldest son of Dave, was in college working towards a degree in law enforcement.  He wised up, changed his mind and moved towards an education in fire science.  Pat decided he wanted to be a firefighter.  Of course, I was pleased with his decision.  Any father would be excited about his son or daughter following in his footsteps.  The difference is, Pat had experienced the worst of times.  Then Pat came to my office and said he wanted to be a firefighter in Keokuk.  Well, you can imagine the mixed emotions I had.  We talked quite extensively regarding the reasons he wanted to be a firefighter.  Pat had the right answers, the right attitude.  Pat has been with the department for over a year now, and is doing very well.  I just see so much of his father in him, sometimes he’ll do something or the look on his face will remind me of Dave, and I have to walk away.  Usually with tears moving down my cheeks.  Pat’s desire to be a firefighter in Keokuk also in some way makes me feel very good inside.  Dave’s youngest son has also expressed an interest in the fire service, and he too would like to be a firefighter in Keokuk.  I only hope I have the opportunity to make that a reality for him also. 

 

CR: That is a fitting ending to this interview, but your story of that day will continue, won’t it? You have such a passion for this that I can tell that you never want anyone else, be it firefighter, family or friend to have to experience it. Your final thoughts, please, Mark.

 

CW: As it is written in Job, “Should we accept the good that is given and not accept the bad?”  Life sometimes throws a curve and we take it on the chin.  I knew even as a firefighter I had a responsibility to others.  My partner was relying on me for his safety.  Then as I was promoted, others were relying on me as well.  Eventually the department became my responsibility, and things went bad.  I had always thought that I operated safely. 

 

Sometimes your eyes get opened unexpectedly.  You don’t have to experience what Keokuk experienced.  Why is it, we all know if we are punched in the nose, it is going to hurt like hell?  Yet some of us still have to pick a fight to believe it. Let Keokuk be your punch in the nose.  Let our incident be your incident.  Study it.  Pick it apart.  Plug it into your operating procedures.  Not just what is written, but how you actually operate on the scene.  For most, you will probably find there are some major discrepancies in your written procedures and your everyday, take it for granted, on scene operations.  You have the ability to “Make The Changes”.  Do you have the desire?  If not let someone else lead.  From the bottom to the top, you must be willing to step forward.  Not stand back, not stand still.  This is not a social club.  If you think it is, ask your family if the social pleasure is worth the risk?  If you are not willing to train, then get out.  Fishing is much more relaxing, but learn to swim first. 

 

Many people have touched my life and supported my department and me through this tragedy.  I can only say “Thank You” to all of them.  To the Firefighters of Keokuk, my hat is off to them.  They exemplify the definition of firefighter.  They have supported me through this, when often lines are drawn in the sand. 

 

As long as my mind, body and soul can summon the strength, I will continue to carry the message of firefighter safety.  Listen to my pain and understand how important it is for “Everyone to go Home”.  Keep that thought in the forefront of all you do.  Do not buckle to the pressures of peers or politicians.  If you can do this, you may just find yourself sleeping better at night.  Stay Safe.

 

First published 10/05/04

 

An Interview With Chief Mark Wessel of Keokuk, IA FD is the intellectual property of Art Goodrich a.k.a. xchief22 and is protected by copyright. It cannot be re-printed in any form without expressed permission of the author.

Christmas…With a Twist!

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Charlie Blackledge was a member of his volunteer fire department.

 

He was a perfect fit, because he was around during the day. That also propelled him through certified firefighter classes that would find career firefighters usually filling a class roster.

 

Charlie’s availability during the day wasn’t by choice; that is to say that Charlie had trouble finding work, then keeping the job. He had dropped out of high school during his sophomore year, but went back after he was married and got his GED. It was a very proud day for him.

 

But, Charlie lived in a small, rural town some thirty minutes from the “big city”, where the big jobs were. The few, good jobs that he was able to land, he eventually lost, because he didn’t have good, dependable transportation. Because of his financial condition, he had to buy fifty dollar cars and fix them up and then keep them running. He would eventually be fired for missing work.

 

So, Charlie would take any work that the good people in his village would offer him. Hard work was no problem to Charlie. He didn’t drink or smoke; most likely because he couldn’t afford to.

 

His wife, Diana wanted to help out, but couldn’t, because, as a young nurses’ aide, she had ruptured two discs in her lower back while working in the county nursing home. Severe arthritis prevented her from working, but she would occasionally babysit for other working parents.

 

Charlie was the only certified firefighter on his department. He took great pride in knowing that it wasn’t easy to become a certified firefighter. It was “atonement” for his dropping out of school. He might well have become a career firefighter had he thought of it at an earlier age.

 

But, he was 35 years old with a wife and two, small children, so he had pretty much shut that window of opportunity.

 

And besides; his department had paid for his training, so he owed it to them to use it for his department. He was their captain and training officer. He took them both very seriously.

 

Many of the houses in his village were older, two-story, balloon frame style. Charlie had heard all of the horror stories, had been to several acquired structure, live fire drills, where they were set on fire so that they could study the fire’s behavior. They would also do “light and fights”, so Charlie was well versed in tactics.

 

The Christmas season was upon them and it was going to be another lean Christmas in the Blackledge house. The fire department always had a party at the station for the area kids, ending with a visit from Santa.

 

It was looking like the only gifts that Bobby and Amy Blackledge would get this year would come from “Firefighter Santa”. Some of Charlie’s guys wanted to do more, but Charlie didn’t want hand outs.

 

On the other hand, he wanted his family to have a nice Christmas. He was still trying to save up a few dollars from his odd jobs to buy Christmas dinner and a few gifts, but the car needed new tires and a new heater core. He wasn’t sleeping well, to say the least.

 

It was Monday, December 21st and Charlie was spending the day shoveling sidewalks and driveways for his villagers. He wouldn’t ask for money, but everyone was paying him something for his efforts.

 

He had found a set of tires that could be mounted and balanced for $120. The heater core was $100 installed. He was still $40 short, so the gas station was willing to let Charlie change out the tires for the difference.

 

Perfect; except that he had no money left for Christmas presents. His wife, Diana was OK with it, but he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing his kids without presents on Christmas morning. He hoped that Bobby and Amy would understand.

 

Just as Charlie got home from a long day with the snow shovel, the town siren went off. He kissed Diana, told Bobby and Amy that he loved them and bolted out the door to his car. He could already see smoke filling the sky.

 

Charlie got to the station, threw on his gear and jumped into the captain’s seat of their engine. The fire was at Emma Snodgrass’ house. It was an older, but very nice Victorian that sat on the village’s east edge. Emma’s Ford Focus was in the driveway, but Emma was no where to be found.

 

Fire was already pushing out of an upstairs’ window. Charlie was worried that Emma was still inside, so he told his crew to set up for water, but he was going in to do a quick, primary search.

 

He got to the front porch and looked through the window. It was smoky, but no fire, so he opened the door and headed to the stairway. His BA mask was fogging up, but he turned on his flush valve briefly to clear it.

 

He was yelling for Emma, but was getting no answer. He got to the bedroom and it was on fire. He got down on his belly, but didn’t see anyone. He continued down the hallway and opened a door. It was the bathroom.

 

At first, he didn’t see anyone, but when he threw back the shower curtain, he found Emma fully clothed and barely conscious in the bathtub.

 

Charlie picked her up and carried her in his arms back to the top of the stairway. There, he put her over his shoulders and carried her down the stairs and out the front door. He asked her if she was the only one and she whispered, “My pets; my babies”.

 

By now, the fire was through the roof and Charlie could see that he could not go back upstairs. Emma was pointing to the back of her house. Charlie ran to the back and saw the back door that led into the kitchen. On the floor, he could see a pet crate. The door was locked, so Charlie took his elbow and broke out the window. He reached in and unlocked the door.

 

As he entered the kitchen, he could feel the mist and steam from water now being applied to the fire. He grabbed the pet crate and took it outside to the backyard. He radioed his crew that he was outside.

 

Charlie bent down and looked into the crate at two, little critters. He took off his helmet, mask and gloves and reached in, suffering a bite. He pulled out his hand that had a kitten attached to it. It was black from soot, wearing a pink collar with a little bell on it and was very agitated. He stuck her in his coat; mistake #2!

 

Then, he looked back into the crate to see a little golden retriever puppy. The puppy was whimpering as Charlie pulled him out. Charlie held him to his neck, talking softly to him and the puppy started licking him on his chin. Charlie almost cried, but the kitten reminded him that she was still inside his coat!

 

When he got back to the front of the house with both pets safe and sound, Emma was already on her way to the hospital. Charlie would care for her pets until she got out of the hospital.

 

Charlie got back to the station and after he stowed his gear, he thought that he should clean up the puppy and kitten, so he took them to the utility sink. The puppy loved his bath. The kitten was an ultimate fighter, but Charlie won out in the end.

 

As Charlie was drying the kitten, the chief came over and told Charlie that Emma didn’t make it. Charlie collapsed into a chair.

 

“How could that be? She was talking to me”, said Charlie.

 

“She was 80 years old and I guess the stress was too much for her heart”, said Chief.

 

“What about her puppy and kitten?” asked Charlie.

 

“Can you take them for the time being? I’ll run to the store and get them some food”, said Chief.

 

“Sure thing. I just hope the kids don’t get too attached to them, you know?” said Charlie.

 

As Charlie drove home, he was saddened that his efforts didn’t give Emma a second chance in her late life, happy that, at least for a while, the critters would take his kids’ minds off of what would be a dismal Christmas, concerned that, when it came time to give the pets to Emma’s relatives, there would be heartache and most of all, Charlie was questioning how all of this would play out in the end.

 

As soon as Charlie walked through the door carrying the two little critters, Bobby and Amy were screaming with excitement. Bobby grabbed the puppy and Amy took the kitten. Christmas had come early!

 

Charlie stared at the floor. Diana was standing there, speechless. She was looking at Charlie with her mouth open. She could see tears trickling down Charlie’s cheeks. Diana grabbed him around his shoulders, put her head on his chest and softly said, “Tell me about it after we put the kids to bed”.

 

Charlie and Diana were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee after the kids had FINALLY settled down enough to go to bed; Bobby with the puppy and Amy with the kitten.

 

Charlie told Diana everything; well, almost everything. Diana was worried about the kids and when the pets would be taken. Charlie said that he would try to explain it to them tomorrow after he did an equipment check at the fire station. Diana was going to bed. Charlie wanted to stay up for awhile. He wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway.

 

On Tuesday, December 22nd, Charlie got to the station and was in the truck bay, making sure that the hose was loaded right. He double-checked the SCBAs and checked all of the compartments for tools. The guys were very good at getting ready for the next one, but Charlie liked to make sure-just to BE sure!

 

As he was coming around the front of the truck, he almost jumped out of his skin! A man in a long, wool coat was standing there. He asked, “Are you the fireman that rescued Emma’s pets from the fire?”

 

“Yes, sir, I am, but who are you; her son?” asked Charlie.

 

“No; Emma didn’t have any family; only her pets. I am her attorney”.

 

“So, do you want me to go and get the puppy and kitten for you?” asked Charlie.

 

“Do you have children, Charlie?” asked the attorney.

 

“Yes, I do; a boy, Bobby, who is seven and a girl, Amy, who is six”, said Charlie.

 

“You’re a blessed man, Charlie. Do you have any pets?” asked the attorney.

 

“No, but the kids went crazy when I brought the puppy and kitten home last night. They thought that they were Christmas presents and I couldn’t tell them the truth. But, I was hoping to give them back to Emma…” said Charlie, his voice quivering and trailing off.

 

“That’s why I’m here, Charlie. Emma wanted to be sure that, if anything should happen to her, she wanted her pets taken care of and loved as much as she loved them. I think your kids would love them, don’t you Charlie?” asked the attorney.

 

“Sir, if you could have been there last night and seen the joy in them two; you can’t imagine how happy it made me for a moment. I was sad to think that it was going to be taken from them”, said Charlie.

 

“Would you take Emma’s pets then? I know that she would want you to”, said the attorney.

 

“I would be honored to, sir”, said Charlie.

 

With that, the attorney handed Charlie an envelope.

 

“What’s this?” asked Charlie.

 

“It is a savings account set up at the bank for their continued care. It is designated for food, veterinary services and incidentals for the rest of their lives”, said the attorney.

 

“I wouldn’t feel right doing that. I should…” Charlie was cut off in mid-sentence.

 

“You don’t understand, Charlie. Emma set it up this way and that’s the way that it has to be”, said the attorney.

 

So, reluctantly, Charlie put the envelope in his pocket without looking at it.

 

“This envelope is for the care-givers as a show of appreciation from Emma. A like amount is going to the local “no kill” animal shelter. I know you were the one who rescued Emma and though she couldn’t thank you, I am overwhelmed and humbled by your act of bravery and am grateful that people like you are willing to risk your lives for your fellow Man. Please accept this on Emma’s behalf”, said the attorney.

 

“I don’t do it for money or recognition. If that is Emma’s wishes, then I humbly accept, but I don’t think I deserve it. Could I give some of it to my fire department and church?” asked Charlie.

 

“Sure; Emma would like that”, said the attorney.

 

Then, he left after firmly shaking Charlie’s hand. Charlie could tell from the look in his eyes that he was struggling with the loss of his client and friend.

 

Charlie put the second envelope with the first and left for home. He was shaking like a leaf the entire way. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before and it felt very strange.

 

Is it a dream? It can’t be. I haven’t been to sleep! Is it my imagination? It can’t be. No one could ever imagine something like this!

 

Charlie walked into the house to see his kids playing with “their” pets. He went to the kitchen, where Diana was finishing dishes. Charlie got a cup of coffee and sat there, staring at his cup.

 

“Is something wrong, honey?” asked Diana.

 

“I’m not sure”, said Charlie.

 

“What is it, then?” asked Diana.

 

Charlie reached into his back pocket and pulled out the two envelopes.

 

“Is it bad news? Should I open them? Will I be mad?” asked Diana.

 

“Only way to find out is to open them”, said Charlie.

 

“Open that one first”, said Charlie.

 

“It’s a savings account book to the bank”, said Diana.

 

“How much is in it?” asked Charlie.

 

“Seventy-five THOUSAND dollars?” exclaimed Diana.

 

“Dang; Emma wants us to take REAL good care of the puppy and kitten”, said Charlie.

 

“Charlie…” said Diana.

 

“I’ll tell you the story after you open the other envelope”, said Charlie.

 

Now, Diana was shaking and could barely open the envelope and take out the cashier’s check. She froze.

 

“Charlie; this isn’t some kind of a joke, is it?” asked Diana.

 

Charlie looked at her and asked, “What’s it say?”

 

Diana was speechless. She simply turned the check around to where Charlie could read it. Charlie took in a big breath, closed his eyes and started to sob. Diana couldn’t hold the check up any longer.

 

Charlie reached for her hand and Diana leaped into Charlie’s lap. Charlie asked her, “Do we deserve this? Is this kind of stuff supposed to happen to people like us?”

 

“Charlie Blackledge! I don’t know what “kind of people” you think we ARE, but I know that you’re a kind and caring man, who loves his family very much. You would give the shirt off your back to a total stranger, you think the world of your fire department, you have almost single-handedly kept our church from collapsing into a pile of bricks and YOU have to ASK if it’s wrong to accept an act of kindness? I swear, Charlie, I have a good mind to smack you a good one”, said Diana.

 

“I’m just afraid that it will change us”, worries Charlie.

 

“It won’t change WHO we are, but it will certainly change the WAY we are, but either way; WE control it”, offers Diana.

 

“I don’t deserve you”, says Charlie.

 

A Snapshot of Christmas, 1958

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I started a discussion a few weeks ago and I asked, “If you could have just one thing for Christmas, what would it be?”

 

I never told anyone what I wanted…until now.

 

The one thing that I want is for every one of us to give to someone else.

 

My reason is simple: I believe that we have gotten so involved with managing our own lives around our jobs and families and are worrying about the state of the economy, the two wars, the price of fuel, the scandals and the dysfunction of governments at the local, state and federal levels that we have forgotten about those less fortunate.

 

It is true that some choose to live their lives content to have food, clothing and a place to live and nothing more. Living day to day can be just as complicated as managing a portfolio of investments for some. They are proud people who refuse to take help.

 

Then, there are those who, through no fault of their own, battle Life to a draw every day, can’t catch a break and watch as many others enjoy the American Dream. They apply for assistance, hoping to use it as a bridge to a better life. And without regard for their current state of affairs, they volunteer to help others.

 

I have such a deep admiration for these people, because when I look at them, I see my mom and dad.

 

Mom and Dad fell into that category of “too proud to take help”. When I was young, the local chapter of the Lions Club thought that they would brighten our holidays by giving us a Christmas basket full of all kinds of goodies. My parents were very offended and angered by this gesture of good will! They refused the basket, much to the disappointment of me and my sisters. It is a lesson in human behavior that I will never forget!

 

I wish that I could roll back the calendar to 1958. It was on this Christmas that I didn’t get anything on my Santa’s list. I was six years old and didn’t know that we were poor. I must have missed that meeting. At least, no one had bothered to tell me that times were tough and Dad had to spend all of the money that he made to feed us, keep clothes on us and to keep the house warm.

 

I remember that, on some days, Mom would light the oven, open up the oven door for more heat, because we couldn’t afford more coal to heat the house.

 

But Christmas, 1958; there I am in the picture with my sisters, my arms crossed, my lower lip jutted out and I am pouting, because I didn’t get what I wanted for Christmas.

 

I want to believe that I was too young to understand family finance. I felt like Old Santa had given me a swift kick in the butt, because Mom and Dad had told him that I had been a bad boy that year. I was SIX! I had issues, OK?

 

When I think of the families who can’t share the joy of the holidays, because they don’t have the means, it tears me up inside.

 

That’s not to say that they have to believe in Santa Claus, but they have to believe that, at least one time of the year, they can be blessed with the generosity of a caring and giving community.

 

Many of us talk about how intrusive Government has become. We can recite all of the social programs that Big Government provides, but Government doesn’t have the HEART that harbors compassion. THAT heart beats within our own communities. That is your heart and mine! WE are what give a community its identity-its soul!

 

How many fires have we responded to over the years that were caused by space heaters and candles; used because the occupants couldn’t afford to heat their place any other way?

 

How many kids have we seen in skimpy jackets and no mittens to warm their hands?

 

How many of us have heard children crying because they can’t have that ONE thing that they want for Christmas?

 

How many of us understand that this can also be the cruelest time of year?

 

And we can’t forget the elderly either, because they have become “orphans” in our society, too. They have no family and no reason to “celebrate” the holidays.

 

So, for the young ones, it might take a material good to brighten their holidays. Maybe just a used winter coat and a pair of mittens.

 

And for others, it might take just a kind gesture of a warm meal and some Christmas cookies would be all that they need to restore their faith in human kind.

 

I have given more this year than ever before; not because I can, but because I want to.

 

That picture from 1958 reminds me that: it shouldn’t be about how I feel, but what I feel for others.

 

In the words of my dad when he gave back the Christmas basket: “give it to someone who NEEDS it”.

 

Experience the true joy of the holidays by giving.

 

And have a safe and happy holiday season.

 

Merry Christmas.

 

God bless you all.

 

TCSS.

OSHA-Public Safety Standards? I Wish!

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If you go to www.osha.gov, you will find that there are various occupations that have standards written specifically for them. You have General Industry, Construction, Healthcare, Ship building and Meatpacking, among others.

 

With the most recent government “insertion”, I think that it is time to give serious thought to developing specific standards for firefighting. Yeah, I know that there are provisions for fire protection, but they hardly go far enough to address the complexities of this business.

 

I hate ambiguity and generalizations and especially where there is wide latitude to cite and fine entities for “violations” of the standards.

 

So, if OSHA wants to be in our business, then let’s get rid of the “See NFPA 1500” references, write them into a final rule, adopt it and let us take care of the business.

 

And OSHA really needs to hire folks that have more than an ancillary interest in firefighting. Same goes for the rules makers.

 

It needs to be made abundantly clear that firefighting is not the same as de-boning a hog or driving a forklift.

 

Why? Check this out, compliments of Chief BillyG: http://firefighterclosecalls.com/fullstory.php?75264

Thanksgiving Call

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Today, there are many who will be observing the day without their loved one, who they may have recently lost. It will be bittersweet as they gather and try to share their day.

 

While the focus of the news is how well sales will do on the day after, I wonder about the coping skills of the recently bereaved. And worse, I wonder about the ones who have no family left on this day. You probably know someone like this. They lost their special person and now, they are alone.

 

You can help. Some time today, please pick up the phone and call them. Let them know that you were thinking about them. Let them know that someone out there cares about them. Let them know that they are NOT alone on this special day.

 

But of all, let them know that their life MATTERS. As hard as it is to see that through the pain of the loss, you can help to soothe their pain.

 

I would never discourage anyone from wanting to help serve a meal or drop money into the kettle. We have much to be thankful for. What I am asking is that we go about our day today, light up our homes with love and joy, feel the warmth of renewed friendships, pay our respects to the military men and women abroad and to call that person that you know who will be spending today under very different circumstances.

 

We who have lost a loved one knows very well what I am talking about. And we know how we felt when we were told by a friend that they were thinking about us on this day.

 

Take it a step further and pick up the phone and call that person. It will make their day and will make everyone feel a little better during a difficult time. A friend, a relative, an acquaintance: you know them well enough to know that they need support.

 

Make that call.

 

I already have.

 

TCSS.

It’s Happened…AGAIN!

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Where I live, 2008 will always be remembered as the year that our downtown changed dramatically, due to fire loss.

 

On February 2nd, we fought Van Getson’s fire to a stalemate. Our fire department held the fire to the building of origin, when the possibility existed that we could have lost the entire block.

 

Did we do everything right to achieve this outcome?

 

Hell no, but we did enough things the right way that Murphy’s Law did not beat us that day.

 

And I have always believed that, to achieve victory, you have to make the fewest mistakes!

 

I defy anyone to say that they would score a perfect “10” for their performance at a structural fire. I think that there could be a lot of 8s and 9s; maybe even a 9.5, but a 10? No way! And I would guarantee some low scores too. We could probably see some 4s and 5s. God help us if there are departments would “score” less!

 

Yesterday, November 23rd, our downtown was struck again with a major commercial building fire. Van Getson’s “twin”, just north and across the street from where it once stood, Landuyt’s building caught fire. Wind was out of the south at 5-6 mph, meaning that a restaurant and a popular bar with apartments above were definitely in play.

 

So, at 1:30 pm on a Sunday afternoon, we have an empty, two-story, brick building that had no power to it catch fire. Weird, huh? I’ll let you chew on that for awhile.

 

It was quite an effort; just like last time. We’d had practice; remember?

 

As I stood there, watching (see photo), two things were on my mind: 1) the secretlist and 2) Paul Grimwood’s book Euro Firefighter. Why? Because BillyG had sent notification of yet another FDNY LODD from structural collapse and Grimwood’s newest book really zeroes in on, not only incident command, but incident CONTROL! And BOTH were heavy on my mind.

 

I will tell you that I have an unnatural love for my firefighters. I have deep admiration and respect for my officers. Every one of them has EARNED their bugles. The chief is the closest thing to a brother that I have known. In a word, we have a department that takes the services that we provide very seriously. And they/we don’t take criticism very well. And I don’t believe in discussing it in an open forum and especially without discussing it with them first. When the time is right, I will meet with them for a debriefing and I will ask them my questions.

 

Am I “armchair quarterbacking”? No; I was there.

 

When you look at the photo, look at where I am focusing my attention. I am in the stocking cap. My buddy, Matt, is in the wheelchair. Yes; Matt is a firefighter, who now suffers from MS.

 

If you notice, my eyes are fixed on the building, knowing that it has been under heavy fire load for over two hours, has been the recipient of several thousand gallons of water and is a building that is 100 years old. There has already been partial collapse of the parapet walls on the north and south sides. Bowing could be seen and smoke was pushing from the southeast corner, indicating separation at the corner joint.

 

You guessed it; I was watching for collapse. The collapse zone in this case was a minimum of 30 feet. Two stories equal 20 feet and I always add 10 feet for a parapet wall, so anyone in the street south and east are in the collapse zone. That made me very uneasy!

 

And I will be honest; Murphy showed up at some of my incidents, so I know that he was there yesterday, waiting for his chance.

 

But he didn’t get his chance. Fire was contained to the building of origin. The rest of our downtown is intact.

 

Both fires were fires that we have always practiced for, but thought that they would never happen. But they have…twice…and in the same year.

 

And I blame Murphy. He’s an SOB that, even though I am no longer an active firefighter, I am still looking for him and on the two, biggest fires in our department’s history; it is Clover 2 Murphy 0.

 

TCSS.

I Was A Teenage Fatality

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First Published 11/14/08

You know who I am.

I am the face of the fire service future.

In my face, you can see the joy and sweet innocence of youth.

It is the face of a son/daughter, brother/sister, neighbor or classmate voted ‘most likely to succeed’.

I have been excited about becoming a firefighter since I was nine years old. My neighbor was on the volunteer fire department and whenever his pager would go off, he’d drop what he was doing, race to his pick up, start it, turn on his ‘blue’ light, gun the engine (for me, I think) and then head for the fire station. I thought THAT was SO cool!

I’d wait until he would come back home and I would run over to him and ask him to tell me all about the call. He’d go to the refrigerator in the garage and come back with two root beers. He’d pull down the tailgate on his pick up and we’d sit there. He would describe the call in vivid detail and with a child-like excitement, being careful not to be too graphic or enthusiastic. It was such a colorful picture that he painted. I just KNEW that I had to be a part of it.

So, I started bugging Mom and Dad about it. They thought it was a silly phase that I’d go through and that it would soon pass, but they bought me a cheap scanner anyway, so I could listen in on the fire calls. My neighbor would give me copies of Firehouse Magazine after he had read them and I would read them cover to cover. I would even fill out the product post cards and send them in, so I would get fire brochures sent to me. It made me feel like a firefighter!

I always kept my bicycle nearby, so if I heard the truck sirens, I would race towards their sound. I’ll admit that there were a few times that I didn’t look before crossing a street and had a close call, but I never thought that I’d have an accident.

Finally, the BIG DAY arrived; my 15th birthday. When I walked into the kitchen of our house and saw my neighbor standing there with a big smile on his face, it’s a moment that I will never forget. He reached under the table, grabbed a black New Yorker and put it on the table. On the front, the shield said “explorer”. I almost cried! Mom and Dad were as excited as I was. They were proud that I had waited 6 years to realize my dream. I was on my way to becoming a REAL firefighter!

Some of my classmates thought that I was weird for spending so much time at the fire station. They would joke about it, but deep down, I think that they admired my strong commitment. My parents were concerned that my grades would slip, but I wanted to go to college for a fire science degree and my GPA was a healthy 3.75.

My friends were a little jealous of me, because they could see that the other firefighters treated me like an adult. Of course, when my friends weren’t around, they would treat me like a kid. Oh, those guys!

I always felt safe around the others. I always felt a strong bond with them. I always felt like the day got a whole lot better when I was at the fire station. I always felt like one of them and I felt like I would feel like that…always!

And then, the last thing I remember was hearing the pager, getting onto my bicycle and heading for the fire station. As I got into the street, I heard a car horn…

I think that the unbridled emotion that we feel when we hear of another young firefighter’s death is because we see the “promise of a bright future” in their faces. It feels so personal; as if a mugger has robbed us of our most precious possessions.

An entire fire service can mourn the loss with as much empathy and compassion, but no differently than if the child was our own. And in many respects, they ARE our own. They are in and of the fire service, just as we are. We are reading the same books, magazines and websites. We are learning the same skill sets. We are fighting the same common enemy-FIRE. We are following the history, traditions and writings of those who came before us, knowing that what we want to do with our lives is unlike any other on the face of this Earth.

And the people who commit to this are so very special.

In terms of value to a community, they are priceless and irreplaceable. When you weigh the fact that these people know that, at any given time, they can be called upon for the ultimate sacrifice; it seems so ironic that we are so emotional when it happens.

But at 15-16 years old, do “kids” really understand what the ultimate sacrifice is and the finality of that? Do they understand how difficult it is for parents to bury their children?

As the casket carrying our fallen brother/sister passes us, as we stand at attention and listen to the sadness in the bagpipes, we close ranks into a giant group hug and console ourselves with the idea that our fallen brother/sister was a firefighter; not only living for it, but dying for it as well.

And though the young ones don’t have the opportunity to fill their scrapbooks with a lifetime of memories, they had the opportunity to fill their HEARTS with no greater love than to serve and leaving their loved ones with a lifetime of THEIR memories!

TCSS.

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National Survey Confirms Concerns

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I have developed a very close, personal relationship with my state representative.

We have become very good friends and have managed to balance our friendship against the work that needs to be done in our state on behalf of the fire service.

Unless you live in a cave, you have seen the political crisis that has affected Illinois during the past three years. Our state budget has been used in a very disgusting, immoral and unethical manner by our state government; most notably by our governor. He has held the entire state hostage, including schools, children’s hospitals, roads programs and yes; fire departments.

We are a very progressive, small fire department that pre-plans, including our financial forecasts.

In the current climate, how in the world can we look beyond the current fiscal year with any confidence and plan for our next five years with some economic accuracy?

I realize that it is not wise to spend money that you don’t have, but what about money that was already approved by the legislature, but has been tied up by the governor for the last three years, because he’s not happy that some of his pet projects were not funded? We have $25,000 in grant monies sitting in the Comptroller’s office that has yet to be released to us, so we had to move forward with the project, borrow the money, then pay off the loan, because we needed emergency power at our fire station. It was a project worthy of a grant.

With the current budget crisis, I cannot in good conscience prepare our customary five year plan without considering tax increases or reducing services and that sounds strange for a small fire department that is used to running services on a boot strap-thin tax base.

Here is an article that will get your attention: http://www.ncsl.org/programs/press/2008/pr120408SBUDec08.htm

As always, I welcome comments.