My first day as a wholetime firefighter.
I was sitting getting the ‘welcome to the shift’ talk from the gaffer getting told that it wasn’t all blues and twos…blah, blah… and the bells went. We were called to assist a neighbouring brigade at a block of flats on fire. On arrival the other crew was dealing with the fire (re-homed psychiatric patient set fire to her bed in ground floor flat) and my team member and I were sent in for search and rescue on the upper floors. We found the door of the first, 1st floor flat, made contact with the occupant and told them to get to their window for rescue, asked them if any of their neighbours were in, they didn’t know.
We then found the door of the next flat, it was open. There was very heavy smoke logging so we continued on with our search. My partner shouted that they’d found a casualty. When I went to help we found it to be a dog! We worked our way through the flat room by room, found another dog in the hall and one in the kitchen. We then found the livingroom and I came across a cat on the sofa…Oh no, wait, this isn’t a cat! It was a small baby! When I picked it up, the breathing was stridulous, a horrible sound that I’ll never forget! We had a quick sweep round to find the parents but couldn’t locate them. We then ran out of there as fast as we could and grabbed our resus pack. Fortunately an ambulance drew up and we handed the baby over to them. We were sent back in to locate further casualties, we searched that flat from top to bottom, there were cots and playpens in almost every room and every time I stuck my hands blindly in to one I feared the worst! We cleared every room and cupboard in that flat and found no further casualties. No parents, no one!
I later found out it was a 10 month old wee girl who was rushed, in a very serious condition to Yorkhill, sick kids in Glasgow where she went on to make a full recovery!
Her parents had left her lying on the sofa with the dogs to look after her whilst they went to the shop and then on to visit someone in another block further down the street.
I could quite happily of retired after that knowing that I’d been part of the process that had not only saved the wee lasses’ life but also helped better it. If that was to be the only rescue I performed in my career then so be it. Fortunately/unfortunately depending on your viewpoint it’s not been but that one incident, on my first day as the sprog on shift will live with me until the day I die. I remember every step, sound, feeling in that pitch black, smoke filled flat like it was yesterday…and it wasn’t :o
I received a commendation for my actions on that day but that paled in to insignificance compared to how happy I felt about what I had done.
Whilst at work do I moan about some of the things that I have to do? Yes, it’s my prerogative! :D
Am I proud of what do? Absolutely!