Showing posts with label Firefighting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Firefighting. Show all posts

Friday, October 26, 2012

6 Years On The Job

Today marks 6 years since I completed rookie school with the Sumter Fire Department and embarked on one of the greatest ventures of my life. On October 26, 2006 I received my certificate of completion for rookie school and raised my right hand to be sworn into the fire service. I look back, and it is hard to believe that it has been that long. It seems like it was just yesterday. Like the military, it did not take very long for me to figure out that it was indeed a calling for me, and now that I've been doing it for this long I cannot imagine myself not doing it. Lord knows it was very frustrating for the last 6 months to be off the job while recovering from shoulder surgery.
Me learning how to put up ladders.

A big part of my love for this job comes from the Brotherhood that exists within the fire service. No matter where I go in this country, wherever I find a firehouse it feels like home. Check out my post, Virginia Visit Recap from earlier this year for an example of what this Brotherhood means. My two Brothers from Roanoke that are mentioned in the post, Rhett Fleitz and Willie Wines, Jr have written extensively on the Brotherhood and I definitely recommend checking out their sites. The fire service practically became my second family overnight. From my brothers at Station 13 in Sumter, SC, to my new family in Odenton, it continues to be that way. In fact, I find no more fitting way to celebrate my 7 years of service, than to be on shift tonight with my crew at the Two-Eight.

I absolutely love doing this job, and feel fortunate to be able to. While the adrenaline rush is still there somewhat, this job for me is about helping the public and being there for the guy or girl next to me. Lord-willing, I hope to continue doing this for a long time, whether I stay a volunteer or get paid for it after the Air Force. It has been a great 6 years and I look forward to what the next 6 years will bring.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Me after completing the final certification burn for the basic firefighter course.

Monday, July 23, 2012

They Climbed...We Climb

The title comes from an interview with an unknown firefighter that participated in the 9-11 Memorial Stair Climb at the Firehouse Expo in Baltimore this past Thursday. It sums up well why those of us who participate climb: to remember our fallen Brothers from the New York City Fire Department and symbolically complete the climb up the stairs of the World Trade Center that they could not.

This is the third such stair climb that I have participated in, but it was every bit as meaningful as the other two. As I have in the past, I once again climbed in honor of Firefighter Thomas Sabella from Ladder 13. As FF Sabella was the uncle of my best friend Jason, I climb to help keep his memory alive. While I never had the honor to meet him, through Jason I definitely have come to know the husband, father, brother and firefighter that he was. I do this to help to keep the memory of all our FDNY Brothers alive. It is just something that I feel I have to do. We get to go home after our climb. They never got that chance.



It is certainly not an easy venture. Particularly for those of us that choose to climb in full protective gear, it get’s hot and tiresome real quick. Even with ventilation fans blowing air into the stairwells it gets really hot as you get near the top. With all of that said, it is child’s play compared to the hell our FDNY Brothers had to endure as they made their ascent. As in past stair climbs, there are certain times where the urge to quit becomes strong. Whenever these urges come though, I remind myself at Thomas Sabella never quit so neither can I. I had to complete that climb for him and his Brothers.

Special for me this year also was being able to climb with brothers and sisters from the Odenton Volunteer Fire Company. We were able to field a whole team of 7 from the company and I was extremely proud to climb with such a great group of people. I’d like to think that we all became a little closer in the stairwell that day.



This was my third climb, but certainly not my last. As long as my body lets me, I will continue to climb for Jason’s uncle at least once a year. I will do my small part to ensure his memory never fades.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Saint Patrick's Day

Saint Patrick's day will be upon us this coming weekend. Anyone who's known me long enough, knows that this day is deeply important to me. For those who don't yet know me, you will soon find out. Now for many people here in the United States, March 17th is just an ordinary day. For others it is an excuse to get ridiculously drunk from copious amounts of green colored beer. For others like myself, it is a chance to celebrate our ancestors and our heritage. Don't get me wrong, I will certainly be imbibing a few thought-enhancing beverages on the 17th, but the day holds a little more meaning for me than that.

Now I am indeed a mixed-breed as my online moniker implies. From what I've been able to figure out over the years however, Irish is the dominant feature of my ethnic makeup. Even if it had not been the biggest piece of the pie, it was certainly the most celebrated in my family. This is particularly true for the men on my father's side of the family. We've always taken our Irish heritage very seriously. So much so that my grandfather, Thomas Treacy Warshaw Sr. was once elected Irishman of the Year by the Friendly Sons of Saint Patrick of the Jersey Shore.

Since the passing of my grandfather in 1995 and the passing of my father, Thomas Treacy Warshaw Jr. in 2008, the holiday has taken on new meaning as a time to celebrate and toast our ancestors. Indeed there will be a shot of Jamesons for both my father and grandfather this coming Saturday as I remember the influence they had, and continue to have on my life. I always think about them, but on Saint Patrick's Day they are always at the forefront of my thoughts.

Back in 2007, my wife and I were able to experience Saint Patrick's Day in Ireland during our belated honeymoon. There we were able to see a very different type of celebration than that experienced in the United States. While there are indeed parades and alcohol to be had, the holiday is very much a religious one. Indeed the day was born out of the celebration of Patrick for his bringing of Christianity to pagan Ireland. I've been interested to find out recently that English-born Patrick's initial stay in Ireland as a kidnapped slave was thought to be in or around County Mayo where it is believed that my ancestors hail from.

While I do not go overboard in dressing up for Saint Patrick's day, I always ensure I am wearing at least a little green. This year, I have chosen to show my support for both the Irish and firefighting. In many areas of the United States, these two subjects are very much intertwined. With that in mind I'll be sporting a Dublin Fire Brigade shirt this year.


I wish everyone a safe and happy Saint Patrick's Day, a celebration for those who are Irish and those who wish they were.

Tá mé Thomas Treacy Warshaw III. Tá mé mac na hÉireann go deo. Sin mo scéal agus tá mé ag cloí leis.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Back To School

After taking off from school for the month of January, I am back in full swing with two classes. I'm currently taking Fire Prevention and Fire Protection Systems. Both classes are going towards my Bachelor of Science degree in Fire Science Management. With the completion of these two classes in the next 8 weeks, I will be a little over halfway to completing this degree. As it stands, I'm still on target to finish all requirements in 2015.

Some might ask why I would get such a degree. I certainly do not need a degree to be a firefighter. The reasons I'm pursuing this degree are threefold. The first is that I need to ensure employment opportunities in something fire or emergency related should I be unable to get a job as a career firefighter post-Air Force. The second reason is that should I end up as a fire officer one day (or even if I stay a line firefighter), the knowledge gained from pursuing this degree will certainly compliment experience learned in the field. Last, but certainly not least is that this degree will be the springboard to a Master of Arts (or Science depending on the school) in Emergency Management. Besides opening up even more employment opportunities, the Master's degree will allow me to teach college level fire classes. The latter is definitely a dream of mine. This is the current plan right now. I'm basically trying to open up as many possibilities for post-Air Force employment in the emergency services as I can. Here's to keeping my nose to the grindstone. I'm proof that it is definitely never too late to work on your education.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

New Engine For Odenton VFC

To say that there are differences between the fire company I am with now and the department I left behind in South Carolina would be an understatement. Not that one is better or worse than the other, just different. While both departments perform the same functions, there are differences in tactics, equipment and training, etc. Among other differences, the company I'm with now seems to be more steeped in tradition than the department I left. I found out just how much yesterday when I was photographing the housing and dedication ceremony for my company's newest piece of apparatus, Engine 282. During my 4 1/2 years with Sumter Fire Department, my station put two new pieces of apparatus into service. There was no pomp, no ceremony. We simply transferred equipment from the old rig to the new one and pressed on. Yesterday was quite different from that. Following tradition, an elaborate ceremony was held in dedicating the new engine and putting it into service.

Engine 282 before the ceremony begins.


Chief of the Odenton Volunteer Fire Company, Ray Hodgson makes his remarks.


President of the Odenton Volunteer Fire Company, Jim Allen makes his remarks.


A very surprised Bob Rose making his remarks after it was revealed that the new engine was dedicated in his name. Bob was chosen for the new engine owing to his many years of service to both the Odenton Volunteer Fire Company as well as the Anne Arundel County Fire Department.




The chaplain from the Ferndale Volunteer Fire Company christens the engine.


Engine 282 rolls out of the bay before being pushed back three times to signify the holy trinity.


The members of the Odenton Volunteer Fire Company pushing the engine back into the bay for the third and final time.


Chief of the Anne Arundel County Fire Department, John Ray contacts dispatch to have the engine officially placed in service and available.


Engine 282. A 2012 Pierce Arrow XT. The engine has a 1500 gpm pump and a 500 gallon tank.


Engine 282 replaces Engine 283, a 1988 Seagrave.


The ceremony was a great experience and I was proud to be a part of it. I look forward to partaking in many other traditions with this company in the years to come.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Firefighter POV Response - We Can Do Better

The news today reads of 19 year old firefighter from Pennsylvania who died yesterday while responding to an emergency call in his POV (personally owned vehicle). Firefighter Brandon Little, of the United Hook and Ladder in New Oxford, PA died when his POV left the roadway and struck a house. The article linked here stated that Firefighter Little was not wearing his seatbelt and was ejected from the vehicle.

First let me say that my heart goes out to the family of Firefighter Little. My heart also goes out to his fire department family. This is a big loss for both of them. While I'm saddened for the loss of life, I also find myself a little angered. My anger stems from the fact that this incident could easily have been prevented. This is not the first time that the life of a volunteer firefighter has been claimed during a POV response.

Before I go any further, let me first state what this blog post is not. This post is not meant as an attack on the person or character of Firefighter Little. I use his story because it brings back to the forefront the cause that led to his tragic departure from this earth. This post is also not a call to end POV responses in the volunteer side of firefighting. Far from it. Getting my start in a department that serviced a fairly rural county in South Carolina, I know first hand that if you don't allow POV responses in many areas you could quickly find yourself dangerously short of manpower. Some will argue that you can use volunteer staffing at a station, but for many areas (for a myriad of reasons) it is just not possible. That being said, like anything that carries inherent risks, we can mitigate those risks through education, training, mentoring and leadership.

One of my biggest issues with this incident, and those like it is that I'm quite positive that this was not the first time Firefighter Little responded in such a manner. Some would say I'm assuming. I like to think that I'm making an educated guess. I make my educated guess based on my experience. While I'm fairly new to the fire service with only 5 years under my belt, I have nearly 13 years in the United States Air Force. All but 4 of those years have been spent as a Non-Commissioned Officer (NCO) responsible for the health, safety, mentoring and overall well-being of my subordinates and Airmen in general. When dealing with subordinate issues, I've learned that often what I thought was an isolated act was actually a habit that had been developed over time. Another item that really irks me is that this firefighter was not wearing his seatbelt. As much as we respond to vehicle wrecks where lives are lost owing to a lack of seatbelt use, you would think that we would make it our top priority to wear our seatbelts. In this day and age it should be a no-brainer. When things like this happen, I look to the leadership of the departments. Not to point fingers and lay blame. I look to leadership of volunteer fire departments to take responsibility for doing all they can to prevent these from happening.

I like to use my former department in South Carolina as a good example. The Sumter Fire Department is a combined department with 5 career stations in the City of Sumter and 15 volunteer stations in Sumter County. Most of the volunteer stations were in very rural areas. POV response was a vital necessity. To that end, the volunteer side of the department took the safety during such responses with absolutely seriousness. The department had very little tolerance for those who liked to drive like bats out of hell in their POVs. If someone was found to be driving in such a manner (besides observation by department personnel, residents of the county were always keen to report such driving) they were given one warning. The second offense could lead to a write-up or even a temporary suspension. If it happened again after that it pretty much meant adios muchachos.

Station officers in that department made it a personal responsibility to mentor younger firefighters on their response habits and further set the example in their own driving habits. In the almost 5 years I was with the department I don't think I can recall of a single POV accident while responding. I think that is a testament to the efforts that the department took in training and developing its volunteers. Outside of the Sumter County though I had observed many departments that did not take that responsibility quite so seriously and it's only through luck or the grace of God that no one was seriously hurt or killed.

Now I'm a realist. Can we eliminate these types of accidents 100%? We cannot. It is like DUIs in the military. As much as we preach about not driving under the influence, at any given point someone can make the wrong decision that leads to a DUI. Despite our best efforts, people are still going to make their own decisions at the end of the day. We must do all that we can as leaders though to help our firefighters make the right decisions. I say we because you don't need rank or position to be a leader. You can lead simply by setting a positive example for others to follow.

So what can be done? I offer up the following few suggestions for the leadership of volunteer fire departments.

1. Have established guidelines for POV response and make sure that ALL personnel are aware of it. Make it part of new firefighter orientation and provide period refresher training for all personnel

2. Hold violators accountable and make it understood that failure to comply is unacceptable.

3. Set the example! This sounds like it should be a no-brainer yet often leaders or senior members are the worst violators. I lose credibility if I tell someone to do something that I myself am not doing.

4. Probably one of the most important things you can do in my opinion is pay attention to what your people are doing. Know your people and their habits. Real leadership is not a fire and forget mission. It is a constant and continuous process. Leaders of all levels need to be on the lookout for potential issues and work to mitigate them before they turn into something serious. This can be done by keeping up with what your people are doing and mentoring them, providing positive reinforcement for things done well and providing that correction when things aren't up to par.

This is by no means a complete list, but they are certainly some ways that we can work to prevent these things from happening.

The bottom line for me folks: Whether career or volunteer, this is a dangerous job we do. We as firefighters though do not need to make it more dangerous than it already is. Leaders, take care of your people. Firefighters, take care of each other. Let's all arrive alive and all make it back home. Take care and stay safe.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Back On The Job

19 March 2011. That was the last date I ran a fire call with the Sumter Fire Department in rural Sumter County, South Carolina. Roughly a week and a few days later, I was packed up and leaving South Carolina for the final time to begin my new assignment with the Air Force in central Maryland. About 307 days later (this Friday) I should finally be running calls again, this time with the Odenton Volunteer Fire Company.

I'm so ready. In firefighting, I have found a true calling and I have truly missed it. Staying back at the station while watching others go on calls has been frustrating to say the least. From being able to serve others to the camaraderie that is found in few places outside of military service, this is where I'm meant to be. I'm glad I finally have a chance to get back into it. I'm ready to learn new things and sharpen those skills that have been going dull over the last 10 months.

Look out folks. Firefighter Warshaw is back on the job!



Just like it is time to dust off my firefighting skills, it is also time to dust off this blog for the new year. Look for more posts in the near future.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.



Thursday, July 21, 2011

For The Honor Of 343 Brothers

I'm now back home after completing the 9/11 memorial stair climb at the Firehouse Expo in Baltimore. After 5 climbs up 20 flight of stairs I'm exhausted, yet energized by the experience. This event qualifies as the most awesome, yet humbling that I've ever attended. There were was one brief moment towards the beginning of the fifth, and final climb that I contemplated stopping. I was soaked with sweat and picking up my feet felt like I was picking up lead weights. I quickly dismissed the thought from my mind though. While there is no doubt that what we did today was tough, it cannot hold a candle to the hellish conditions that my brothers from NYC ascended into on September 11, 2001. There was also the pledge I made to my best friend Jay, that I would do this in memory of his Uncle Tommy. Tommy did not waver on September 11th and I was not going to waver in honoring his memory.

Besides climbing in Tommy Sabella's memory, another thing that made this event particularly special in my mind was the attendance by families of a few of the fallen FDNY firefighters. There were a couple of times I got chills and even a bit misty eyed as these families clapped for us while we made our rounds through the lobby to begin our next ascent. Here are these families who have lost so much and deserving of my applause, yet they cheered us on. I was proud to serve them in the small way I could. As worn out as I am, I can honestly say that I would do this again in a heartbeat.

Then there was the awesome team I was a part of during the climb. We looked out for each other and we stuck together through the entire event. If someone needed a break, we all stuck with them even if it meant being passed by teams behind us. I had never met these folks before in my life, yet they were all my brothers. It was also great to climb with other servicemembers including a Marine Reservist and a Navy Hospital Corpsman. Like myself, these guys have chosen to serve on two fronts.

Last but not least, I was thrilled to finally meet Captain Willie Wines and Lieutenant Rhett Fleitz of the Roanoke Fire Department. I've known these fellas for a little while through their respective blogs and Rhett's fire news website. Not only was it an honor to participate in this event with them, but it was a pleasure to share some food, fellowship and a few beers afterwards.

Everything else aside, I can say that while I've never forgotten for a moment, this event has caused me to renew my vow that I will never, ever forget September 11, 2001 and the sacrifices made by so many on that day.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Up The Stairs

On Thursday I'll be participating in a September 11th memorial stair climb at the Firehouse Expo in Baltimore. Those of us participating will be climbing up 5 flights of stairs repeatedly until we reach the equivalent of 101 flights of stairs, the number of flights in the World Trade Center buildings. This is done to honor the memory of 343 fallen brothers from the New York City Fire Department who perished on that day while showing concern not for themselves, but for others.

Since we had the option at registration of choosing who we'd like to climb for, I've chosen to climb in honor of Thomas Sabella from Ladder 13. Why choose this individual out of the 343? All of them are heros. All of them are deserving of honor. So why this firefighter? As with the other 342, I never had the pleasure of meeting Firefighter Sabella. I guess I feel a personal connection with this person, small though it may be, in that he was the uncle of my best friend Jay. Through many stories from Jay over the years about "Uncle Tommy's" deeds and his personality, I've gotten to know this man quite well. His character and his way of doing things not only serve as a constant inspiration to me as a firefighter, but make me strive to be a better person in all I do.

Some might ask why climb the stairs? Particularly in heavy bunker gear. The answer is that it is a small way of paying my respects to those fallen brothers. The slow, steady climb up the stairs allows those of us participating time to reflect on their sacrifice. I think Captain Willie Wines of the Roanoke (VA) Fire Department captured the essence when he stated that in some small way we're helping those 343 brothers to complete their ascent up the stairs since the towers collapsed before they had a chance to finish their climb.

I never knew any of them. I wasn't even in country when the events of September 11th unfolded. I was half a world away with the Air Force watching the events unfold on Japanese TV. As a firefighter myself and more so as an American though, I feel it my duty to ensure those 343 brothers are not forgotten. I'll do my small part by making sure that Jay's Uncle Tommy never is.

"Greater love hath no man than this, that one lay down his life for his brother."


That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Getting Back On The Horse

As I wind down the last week of my year-long deployment in the desert there are many things I'm looking forward to. First and foremost is getting back to my wife and daughter. After that I'm looking forward to everything from simply being back in the U.S. to not having to eat chow hall food again for awhile.

One thing I'm definitely looking forward to is getting back to firefighting. After a year away from it, I certainly find myself missing it. While I cannot particularly say I've missed hearing my pager wake me up in the middle of the night, I do miss helping people at their worst and the camaraderie I have always enjoyed from being a part of the organization. With that excitement though comes a bit of apprehension. I'm very nervous about getting into it again after such a long break from it. While the basics have certainly not left me, I know that there are things I am going to have to refresh myself on. I guess this is where experience helps though, however little I may have, in identifying what areas I need go over again. Many things from what is where on the apparatus to where this and that rural road are at are going to need to be refreshed. While I'm sure I will do okay, there's still a part of me that worries. That is just part of my nature though, not wanting to disappoint and always wanting to make sure I do the best job I can. It is going to be interesting for sure. While I am certainly not a rookie anymore, I see already that there will be a few times where it feels like that. Make no mistake though, my looking forward to getting back into it far outweighs any apprehension I have.

Of course, in another 5 months or so I get to start all over again anyway when I move from South Carolina to Maryland.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.