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Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:22 am
I've sat here trying to figure out a way to properly express my feelings on the events of the past two weeks of my life. I'm not a religious person by any means. But if I had to pick one word to sum up the things I saw while in Mississippi and New Orleans, it would be "Biblical".
Rather then trying to explain the entire last two weeks, I decided to give a few of the more touching stories as well as a few lighter moments.
To start, I'd like to explain my job in the USAF. I'm currently a HH-60 Helo Crew Chief. Basically my job is similar to the Crew Chief of any racing team. I'm responsible for everything mechanically on the helo, but I also get to fly around a lot in case it breaks in the field. The HH-60 Pave Hawk is the chosen platform for the USAF Combat Search and Rescue (CSAR). Our usual mission is the rescue of injured friendlies in any theatre around the world at any time. Up until this point in my career, I thought I had it all figured out.
Two weeks ago, we got the order to deploy to MS so we could run Rescue missions from a Guard Base down to New Orleans from there. So I packed up my gear and headed out that same night. Flying a Pave Hawk 10hrs across country sucks. Think air refueling and no bathrooms for 10 hrs while you’re sitting on the floor packed in with a few weeks worth of gear for the entire crew. Upon arrival, we commence setting up for the next few weeks. My sister squadron from GA is already there running missions. So we're pretty eager to get in the game.
The next 4 days of my life are simply an emotional roller coaster. It was during these days that we rescued the most people. Obviously since the disaster had just happened and there were still thousands of people left alive. I'm going to try and describe the process by comparing it to drag racing. That way everyone can relate. Take a Top Fuel Drag car, run it down the 1/4 and what do you have to do when it finishes the race? You rebuild the motor between sessions and get it ready to run in the next match. Sometimes you can't fix it. Well this is the same thing with Pave Hawks. We were running 12 hr missions with 4 of the 5 helo's we brought 2 times a day. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that's 24 hours a day of flying. Normally we have 8-10 hrs between sorties to fix the bird; here we had 3, to include any time you might have for something to eat. It was 38hrs from the time I set foot in MS till I hit the sack for a quick 5 hrs. Have you ever functioned on pure pissed off adrenaline for 2 days?
So needless to say, most of the mechanics stayed at the base and were working while the aircrew's and the PJ's went on the missions. My part in this was small. But as a team with the aircrew and the PJ's we worked like a symphony written by Mozart.
The Aircrew consists of 2 Pilots, 1 Flt engineer and 1 Gunner and there are always two PJ’s (medics) who go with. It's the aircrew and PJ's who deserve most of the praise. Think of being in the worst outhouse you've ever been in for 12 hrs at a time. Let alone jumping out of a helo into the sewer because maybe you can save a life. There is a saying that goes with CSAR, "Things We Do So Others May Live". For two weeks 24hrs a day this is what we as a team did. When things got bad were leaned on each other for support. It was during this time when you sit and reflect. You analyze yourself, your situation, where you’re going in life. This affected me personally in a big way, but I'll explain that later in my closing. I'll give you guys a few stories now, from various missions and various people. Some of which I was involved in, some come from others so when I say we, I simply mean our team of quiet professionals.
On day 1 we take our first flight south into New Orleans. The first thing you notice is the smoke rising from several large fires. Then you’re encompassed completely by destruction. Destruction so thorough and complete your heart skips a beat and you choke down a gasp. This is when the years of training take over. Like a machine you get back in the game. You start scanning the thousands of rooftops for any sign of life. You call out left and right what you see. The pilots navigate through buildings, watching ever closely for power lines the sit ever so close to all the houses. You see a family standing on the rooftop of their house, waving and screaming. The pilots maneuver into a hover over the house and the PJ's go down on the hoist cable to the rooftop below. You wait for the signal and then start bringing up the children first. While the first PJ is strapped in with the first child being reeled up, the second child is blow off of the roof into the murky water. Its dusk, the light is low, the water is so murky you can't see your hands 6 inches from your face. The child goes under is gone in the current. Does this stop the PJ from jumping off the roof? Does he wait to see if she comes back up? No, he immediately dives into the water...Gone. The crew finishes bringing up the first child. They are already searching for the second PJ who is in the water. Radio calls go, another Pave Hawk comes out of nowhere to assist in the rescue. Have you ever watched a ballet? Because this is the only way to explain how the crews work together. The original crew spots the PJ swimming through the current. Hawk 2 follows the PJ, Hawk 1 continues to bring up the family from the rooftop. Friendships put aside, emotion put aside, rescue the family first, then press on with target 2. Hawk 1 finishes hoisting up the rest of the family, Hawk 2 is keeps eyes on the PJ in the water. The PJ reaches a fence that is acting like a strainer. He goes under...Hawk 2 puts another PJ in the water. PJ 2 goes under and comes up with PJ 1 who is holding the little girl in his arms. Hawk 2 sends down the cable and brings up both PJ's and the last child. The family of 4 is now on the way to one of the numerous shelters...scared, shaken...but alive and safe. "Things We Do So Others May Live"
Day 5, as you fly over New Orleans, you become sick do to the smell. Trash and death are at every turn. Bodies lay floating in the water. Whether drowned or from disease, the disaster is taking its toll. Rooftops are covered with people’s pets. Whether left behind, or simply stranded and trying to survive. You spot a very large man and his dog waving from a nearby building. You make the call and begin the initial approach. The PJ is hoisted down on the cable only to find the man is in bad shape. He is weak and can hardly stand, but will not get on the hoist unless we take his dog. So up goes the PJ with a 72lb Pit-Bull, the first dog saved by my squadron, followed by hundreds of others. The man and his dog are taken to shelter...safe and alive. "Things We Do So Others May Live"
Day 8, it's been a long 12 hr day. Numerous people are saved and its time to head back to base. On the way back you spot a beautiful German Sheppard pacing back and forth on a 4 by 8 workshop rooftop. You can tell it hasn't eaten in days and will die soon. As you fly over, you blow the weakened animal into the water. The dog try’s to get back up on the roof but the ledge is too high. It scratches for a few seconds before finally giving up and going under. The crew looks at each other for a matter of seconds, but what seemed like hrs at the time. The PJ calls out to drop him off in the water. The helo flares and stops as the PJ jumps into the water. The PJ reaches the last spot the dog was seen and goes under. After a few long moments he comes up with the dog. Both dog and PJ are hoisted up onto the bird, at which time the PJ performs make shift CPR on the Sheppard. The dogs name is now Goldie, named after that hot chick on Sin City, and she is the new Mascot for the PJ's who decided to keep her and bring her back to GA with them. "Things We Do So Others May Live"
Another thing I’d like to relate is simply disgusting for me to even think about. While we were on several rescue missions, the local populace was actually shooting at us. The press marked us as prejudice because we had a *Lives Saved* count on the side of our helo’s. The typical 4 slash marks with line through the middle to symbolize 5 saves. This was something we were proud of. My helo had the most saves out of any in my unit. I take great pride in my job, the fact that my helo is had the most saves was something like bragging rights I guess. But since we had them written in black ink, the press labeled us as prejudice. I guess they didn’t notice the USAF insignia or any of the other markings on the aircraft that are also in black. But as usual, we just roll with the punches. I’ve learned that negativity sells a lot more then anything positive. To this day people are looking for someone to blame. Sick really, a populace that lives several feet under sea level everyday. In the same place that has already flooded several times throughout history. Granted, this is the worst flood yet, but there isn’t anyone who can be blamed.
It is simply impossible to do everything exactly right every time. Sadly…we as a nation have come to believe we are owed a living that if something bad happens it is someone else’s fault. We lack compassion, integrity and the ability to take responsibility for ones actions. We also have short memories…which make it very difficult to learn from the past.
This experience was, as I said earlier, life changing for me. Helping to pull a sick child out of his house through a hole you just cut in through the roof with a chain saw and a sledge hammer has that effect on a person. As the child sits down and is given fresh water to drink, his eyes go back to the hole in the roof. For in that hole is where his mother’s body still remains. How do you look into that child’s eyes and tell him, “I’m sorry son, we can’t bring your mom with us”…
Policing up the dead is not our mission, the Pave hawk is simply the wrong platform for hauling bodies. But how do you tell the ones you save that you can’t bring their mother or father. Or their son or daughter for that matter. You simply turn into a rock and press on, knowing that it’s better to save one more life that day. Hoping that the next person you save will grow up to make good changes in the world, or be a great poet, or a teacher, anything to keep your head in the game. When you’re done working for the night, you reflect back on everything. You realize the simple things in life that are always thought of when it’s to late. That picture of your child you wish you had. Did you tell your parents you love them the last time you spoke. I swore to myself to stop putting off the things I most wish to do. To hold those close to me without being embarrassed. To relax and simply enjoy life, rather then waiting for it to end. Live life to the fullest my friends, for you never know when the journey will end.
Things We Do So Others May Live
Here are some pictures I took as well as some from my buddies.