When a person writes in our field, he or she assumes an air of infallibility and wisdom," this aint necessarily so." I cannot speak for others but I must confess to several really dumb actions which I hope none of you will emulate. Below is a compilation of
The Burning Barrels
As commander of the Seagoing Mobile Unit of the Norfolk Navy Base FD in 1946 I was running a fire in a freighter which the Coast Guard had escorted into the harbor and anchored. Then it was ours.
Among other things there were many drums of calcium carbide broken open and the wet carbide was generating acetylene gas which was burning.
Fire Lt "Fuzzy Fulgham and I exchanged looks and said "lets go" We picked up the first burning drum ,put it on a greased plank and pushed it up from the 'tween decks"( a half deck immediately below the weather deck) the weather deck where others pushed it over the side.
Some of the drums exploded mildly and the Coast Guard had fun sinking then with machine gun fire.
I had not the vaguest idea of what would happen when we moved that drum
Home On Leave
While still a Naval Officer, I was home on leave from Panama in NYC visiting at 65 Engine in midtown Manhattan. After I left the house and went to the corner, the gong sounded which notified the traffic cop that the company was rolling.
I ran back to the house as the pumper was crossing the sidewalk and I jumped for the back step of the hose wagon. The chauffer did not know I was running down the street hanging on.
Fortunately there was a firefighter on the back step who helped me up or I would have been seriously injured if not killed when I let go
In Panama, I commanded The Navy Firefighting School, whose staff was also the Seagoing Mobile Firefighting Unit. We received orders to secure or "make safe" a Navy Liberty Ship converted to a sort of a tanker, which was leaking gasoline like a sieve. Navy Lt Jim Allen (Lt of Truck 6 FDNY, later a DC) was the District Ship Inspector and came along for the ride with the understanding that though he was senior, it was my operation.
I was putting on a SCBA to go down into the pump room when Jim with the typical FDNY bravado of the time, said, "What do you need THAT for?!"
Foolishly I dropped it and we went into the pump room where gasoline was dripping from the overhead into a pool below the floor grates. I had our entire stock of powder foam (20 cans) to blanker the pool, I had my crew dump a half bucket at a time into the hopper to economically blanket the pool with just 2 cans.
We could have died heroically down there but the Good Lord is said to look after drunks and idiots.
The Flaming Mattress
I had the unique opportunity to visit The Bureau of Standards (now NIST) when they were doing tests for the Veterans Administration to develop a new mattress which would not ignite from a cigarette.
They had a mattress on a short cart, too big to fit into the hood, it was smoldering and smoking up the lab. It was decided to roll the cart into the elevator, take it down to the first floor and get it outside.
Being the typical action orientated fireman, I helped with the relocation. It could have blazed up in the elevator and killed us "dedicated Scientists"
The Bus That Wouldn't Back Up
The Norfolk Firefighting School was called to assist on a serious fire in the Norfolk Naval Shipyard, which is actually located in Portsmouth Va. (This clever stratagem fooled the enemy completely, as evidenced by the fact that the shipyard was never bombed) I was an Officer Instructor. The CO, Commander Ed Gaughan(later Deputy Chief of the Boston FD) put me in charge of a group of firefighters "responding" in our antique bus which could not reverse. We got to the Elizabeth River ferry. The deckhand demanded tickets. After an argument he reluctantly let us on.