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A St. Patrick’s Day Salute to CFD Chief Eddie Enright

When I think of St. Patrick's Day and the fire service, many things come to mind.  One of those thoughts bubbling up to the surface brings a smile to my face every time. Today, join me in recognizing the value an experienced veteran with the right approach can bring to all of us, young and old.

With that perspective, I offer up a special note to third-generation firefighter retired Chicago Fire Department Deputy District Chief Eddie Enright who has about 40 years of duty having been assigned to engine, truck, and squad companies after serving his country in Vietnam.  As he would say:

“Only 2 more days til St. Patrick’s Day”

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Over the years, I’ve attended a boatload of fire training classes which emphasized leadership, training, and safety. Most were team-taught. A primary instructor would be there periodically, accompanied by a great group of “assisting instructors” who would each bring a certain level of expertise to the specific topic at hand.

There were lesson plans to be followed, objectives to be addressed and met, and the test to prove that learning had occurred. It’s a method of learning quite familiar with firefighters worldwide.

But sometimes, the Fire Gods might truly smile down upon you and bless you.

As you’re sitting in the classroom waiting for the course to begin, you wonder where all the instructors went. Just then, you hear guffaws of laughter just out of sight (probably damn near the coffee and doughnuts). What’s going on?

“Da Chief” is in the building.

Not necessarily the current department chief, but certainly a chief nonetheless.

He’s been around for decades and he’s seen it all. He rose up through the ranks and gained the respect from his peers the old-fashioned way. “Da Chief” earned it.

He knows how to handle the pick-head ax just as well as how to handle the politicians. He knows BS when he sees it and he doesn’t hesitate to call it out.

Just like Underdog, he is humble and loveable. He listens to everyone’s views and becomes E.F. Hutton: When “Da Chief” begins to speak- everyone listens.

Down to earth. Real.

When you are blessed with the presence of this special guy, drop everything you are doing and be near him. Hear what he has to say. Drink it all in.

Not only do you learn from his experience and wisdom, but, more importantly, from the way he relates to those around him. He does not condescend to the rookies; he gives no guff to those with whom he may disagree. He is compassionate and concerned. His smile is contagious and his love of the fire service is completely evident. He fills you with motivation and oozes tradition.

 While reabuy him a beerding this, do I have you thinking about someone you know that could be like “Da Chief”? If so, make it a point to get him to engage with you and your group. Buy him a beer after class.

It will be the best time you can spend in any fire service training session.

 

 

 

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Jack Be Nimble: The Apocalypse That Is East St. Louis IL

East St. Louis is the next Detroit, folks.  Can we find a way to prevent another “Burn” movie in our rich nation?

In a Nutshell:

These guys are victims of a broken system in which funding has been so drastically slashed that it can be argued it would be more conscionable to just let the city burn down to the ground then to continue to send our Brothers into harm’s way.

Check this out:

The men, women, and children of East St. Louis, IL used to have over 150 firefighters protecting the City.  That number has been slashed so that only 53 remain to “do the job.”

But wait- it gets much, much worse:

In just two months time, NEARLY HALF OF THOSE REMAINING WILL BE LAYED OFF leaving only 31 brave souls to perform the work 150 used to do. 

How many firefighters can your CITY turn out to battle a structure fire? 

East St. Louis IL settles for SIX.  That’s one pump operator, one commander, two on a line, and two left for entry, rescue, ventilation, RIT and anything else. 

Jack be nimble.

Now, check out this video put out by our ESL Brothers. 

It describes the insurmountable obstacles faced in striking clarity with actual HelmetCam footage of the fight they are waging.

 

Our Brothers in East St. Louis need us.  According to the website ESLfire.com, here’s how we can help:

"The fire department relies on money and grants supplied by local, state and federal agencies to assist in obtaining new equipment and fire apparatus. As of now grants are difficult to obtain and the fire department is looking for almost any donations of new or used equipment or money to purchase new or used fire apparatus. For more info on what is needed you can contact Chief Jason Blackmon at (618)-779-8471 or (618)-482-6800."

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I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

 

-Imagine Dragons  "Radioactive"

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’59 Chevy vs ’09 Chevy: They don’t make ‘em like they used to!

So I see this commercial pitting the old Chevy against the new one and my mind begins to wander -as it often does- about how much has changed in the cars over the years and how we perform extrication. (cue dream-sequence music).

Remember when we had crashes that involved those nice old cars like this ’59 Bel Air that just needed a crowbar and a come-along to remove the body, err victim, err patient?

Nope, neither do I- I’m not that old. Yet.

But it wasn’t too long ago that crumple zones never existed and an air bag was just another derogatory term used to describe a (insert noun here).

My department has a disproportionate amount of crashes which involve expensive luxury vehicles (do you have any Grey Poupon?). When these new-fangled wiz-bang auto machines with their “pre-tensioned this” and “airbag that” first came out, it took a little bit of time for us to realize that vehicle extrication would never be the same. New hazards became part of our crash scenes year after year. Sadly, many our brothers and sisters across the nation were injured or worse at what we used to call a “typical” extrication.

Basic information on these new safety systems was easy enough to learn. However the vast variety of new components and their placement based upon the manufacturer makes our job so much more difficult.

Knowing that old VW batteries were located under the back seat was about the extent of “extra” knowledge needed back in the days of disco. Today, it’s impossible to remember everything about every vehicle. Pulling up on a crash scene and knowing just where to cut and pry and how to “make-safe” each component of each vehicle has become an increasingly difficult yet no less necessary.

So what’s a jake to do?

Short of getting that Dex guy to sit on the roof of the vehicle to give you pointers, we’re left with few options.  So let’s start with a few suggestions to help you prepare for that next crash between a Chevy Equinox and an ‘09 Altima Hybrid:

First, does your agency have SOG’s/SOP’s that are up-to-date with the new automotive systems? Take a look at them now and update them as needed to keep pace with new changes as they are introduced.

Some departments have on-scene technology available that enable the rescue crew to pop the VIN of a vehicle into a computer. A diagram can be spit out and taken to the vehicles to develop and implement the safe tactics needed to mitigate the situation unique for that vehicle. This is a great way to utilize mobile computing if available to your agency.

Before the incident, train by reviewing basic safety measures for hybrid vehicles, natural gas-powered vehicle, and electric vehicles. You’ll never know all the specifics, but you should definitely be aware the basics of how to safely disable and power down each type of system.

At the crash, ensure that the scene is safe now and will remain safe throughout your rescue. Disable systems early to avoid problems later. Realize it will take more than just “taking the battery”.

Ensure the rescue team has one leader and a plan. We’ve all seen the cluster that develops when we start tearing apart the car without one leader and a plan. Never assume who is in charge of the extrication. Never begin until everyone is on the same page.

Work as a team, constantly communicating with each other, constantly offering suggestions. The guy doing the cutting may not see what the guy inside sees. Remember, with each step in the rescue process new challenges may crop up. Talk constantly.

Always have a Plan B. Be fluid. Don’t be locked into a plan that should be changed as your rescue progresses. Focus is paramount, but tunnel vision is poison.

If you are doing the cutting/prying/spreading, carry a small hand tool in your pocket that will quickly allow you to “peel-n-peek” before you bring in your big guns. Removing cheap plastic to glance inside is a small investment in time with great benefits to your safety.

As should be the case for any incident, perform a quick and informal critique at the company level once back at your house. Review your team’s actions. Identify new issues that arose. Above all, encourage input from everyone and address positive criticisms for what they are- opportunities to improve.

Change is inevitable. We accept that. Keeping sharp on new challenges is a part of developing that certain “pride in company”.

Remember, this job is a helluva lot more fun when you know what you’re doing!

Stay stoked!

-J

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“JUST SEE” VIDEO: What’s wrong with this car fire video?

Do your firefighters know the basics of fighting a "routine" car fire?

 

Consider sharing this information by sending this link!

Stay stoked!

-J

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“JUST SEE” VIDEO: Why didn’t anyone stop this firefighter from blowing himself up?

Remember, it's not the LIQUID part of gasoline which will hurt you…...

 

 

There's a reason we learn about fire behavior so damn early in our careers.  But why do we promptly forget it? 

Stay stoked!

-J

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Firefighter Nicknames- NEVER try to give one to yourself…

 

So we find ourselves sitting around the kitchen table patiently waiting for someone to make the first move to clean up the dishes, and digesting Scotty’s Garlic Stoup- of which none is left.

Perhaps drunk off the stuff, one of the guys burps then blurts out from nowhere, “I need a nickname.”

Oops.

firehouse kitchen table We all just sat there and smiled in anticipation.

Boy oh boy oh boy. All too infrequently, these gems of opportunity present themselves up for the artful manipulation that can only be exploited by your crew. Your brothers in arms.

We set the trap and ask him with all the innocent sincerity we can muster,

“What nickname would you give yourself?”

Of course, he already knows the answer but deftly hesitates for effect, errantly believing he is controlling the conversation.

“Hmm, I dunno. Let’s see. Well, they used to call me ‘Bulldog’ at my old department,” he offers hopefully.

Which was pretty damn funny as he stood all of 5 ¾ feet and weighed in at about a buck and a half. He must have seen a different movie.

What this poor guy didn’t realize was one of the "Commandments of Firehouse Nicknames”. Thou shalt never nickname thyself.

Truly great nicknames can only be anointed upon you by your peers. Only they can supply a label with a perfect fit and convey a true sense of who you are (in their eyes- which is all that matters).

They are best kept clean enough to be uttered in all types of company. This way it can work as a complete replacement for the name you used to have. You know- the name HR has.

But that doesn’t matter on the bay floor. Now you have your new name. From your brothers.

“Bulldog? No,” we decreed. “Lapdog. That one fits you like a nice little sweater, Lapdog.”

Maltese dog in sweater.ashxAnd of course once it’s out there, the next priority is to get it to stick. In this case, that didn’t take too long.

“Hey Lapdog, be a good boy and fetch me the spreaders.”

“Hey nice job on that arrest today, Lapdog. You deserve a treat.”

(whistle) “Here Lappy. WannagoforaRIIIIDE?”

No less merciless than inevitable, learning had occurred.

‘Lapdog’ is certainly not one of the best nicknames out there, but it sure fit this guy. Do you have one to share? We’d sure love to hear about it…

Stay stoked!

-J

 

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Video: Worst Fireman Ever

“I don’t get paid to sit around playing pinochle, I get paid by the fire.”

“…always washin’ their trucks…”

Stay stoked!

-J

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