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I know it's not Long Island, but for me the crash of Flight 587 in Rockaway in November 2001. To this day my old patrol jacket still smells of jet fuel.
Mostly the Sout Shore invites run through my mind.
But a few years ago, a Massave Mansion fire up in Oyster Bay brings back some memories.
i hear you on the south shore invites...were you at the long beach fire in february on Oceanview? cold as hell. had to sit in my rig for twenty minutes just to get my pack off because it was frozen to me.
I remember one of the Long Beach invites [maybe 1995, 96] when we were called about 3 hours into the alarm for an engine and a heavy rescue to standby in the West End, and we were passing other departments that had been released from the scene who were going the other way while we were going down Long Beach Road. We wound up getting assigned to an alarm in West Atlantic Beach while we were still in Oceanside.
I suggest you start a thread for each job you want to discuss...then leave it up there for other salty vets to find and comment on. Be descriptive in the subject line (location, year, etc.)
I suggest you start a thread for each job you want to discuss...then leave it up there for other salty vets to find and comment on. Be descriptive in the subject line (location, year, etc.)
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good idea boss...just threw this up there to get the section going.
My most memorable job had to be the one where I "grew up" in the fire service. Got a zone call (2enf, 1lad, 1res) for a dryer fire. Simple call, no problem. I thought we would pull up empty the dryer, pull from the wall disconnect and go home. As we are going down Merrick Rd, the chief transmits a "10" for a working basement fire. I was in the seat with 2 guys in the back. The natural gas lines burst and the whole basement was going. Nice way to pull up for a 21 yr old kid to his first job in the seat.
My most memorable job was when I was first in the department i was still on probation but been to a few jobs before. right around the corner from pap344s old house. working basement fire, actually there was not basement it was just a fireball through the front windows. i was on the first line with another engine since our truck wasnt pumping properly so crews got split. was fourth on the line, got to the basement stairs and started to make a push, first two guys hit the bottom of the stairwell but the fire was so hot they got burned. signal 41 was called i was around a corner in no mans land with nobody near me but the line. i saw people jumping fromt he windows didnt know what to think. went back to basics and followed the line out, as i was doing so i slipped into a hole on the first floor which went into the basement. my captain at the time was at the doorway and grabbed me. Pulled me out. I was alright but definitely made me think. as i tried to calm down and walked to the truck i slipped on ice to watch an ems company laughing at me instead of helping me up. PISSED ME OFF.
Not really a 10 in a building, but the Wild Fires. As a Lt, I had a crew of 4 with a small brush truck. We loaded up with supplies and headed out. We were on our own for most of the night, then we met up with the other crew at the lumber yard. One situation that really stands out - we had to help some of the brothers who were stuck at the drag strip - the fire rolled right over us, I thought that was the END! We ducked under the rigs as it passed.
One incident that stands out is a small contents fire on a Saturday afternoon. As the rig slowed down so one of the guys could key the hydrant, some of us noticed three neighboring chiefs cars on the scene -- they buffed it. So the rig pulls past the house, we stretch a line (our chief transmitted a working fire), and we're met at the front door by two of the three neighboring chiefs, both in gear and with masks and one of them tells us that the fire had snuffed itself out. Long story short ... the back bedroom was still going. Three cents worth of fire, but still worthy of a line. Ninety-nine percent of the time help is good intentioned, but somethings you just have to see for yourself.
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