(Editor's Note: As firefighters were battling the April 8, 2009 dwelling fire, crews heard a firefighters’ Personal Accountability Safety System (PASS) sounding.
They searched the home under heavy fire conditions were they found Firefighter Daniel McGown, unconscious and suffering from burns to his face, according to spokesman Mark Brady.
Firefighters coordinated the rapid removal of the firefighter and began treatment on the scene.
Honored by Prince George Fire Department for the rescue of McGowan were firefighters Peter Johnson, Timothy McCloskey Tim Moore and Curtis Patterson, Lieutenant Joe Brown and Chief Tony Kelleher. EMS Supervisor Danny Hughes and firefighter/medics Dan Robinson and Jamieson Scarlata were acknoweldged for their medical efforts.
The following is a personal account of that rescue and recovery written by McGown:)
Well boys n girls, men n women & guys n gals... Today marks another year since number 87 Harrington Drive almost took my life. As you can tell and feel from outside last night/early this morning, it was a beautiful, relaxing, cozy temperature, nothing can go wrong, amazing kind of night, much like it was this day 4 years ago, but obviously things did go wrong. It started out as a thought to be bread and butter auto fire (later determined to be intentionally set) in an attached car port that turned out to be a snot slinging house! Things went bad, the smoke and soot I took in after I thought I was outside and removed my regulator to stop my throat from burning screwed me up and disoriented me to the point where I did not know what to do but scream at the top of my lungs, bloody murder for help!
As I bashed and pushed myself into the full length brick wall 5+ times, and what felt like slowly losing consciousness as I couldn't hold my self up anymore and slowly sliding down that wall, hoping to fall thru it to the exterior or fall out of a window, I did not know what to think other than "How can I get out of this situation and is this really how it's going to end?!?!" I have never said what I was thinking, because well that my friends, is not a pleasant thought! After I was discovered by Joe Brown via. my P.A.S.S. device/alarm and removed by him, Pat Mann, and Tim Moore in the interior of the home, with Curtis Patterson and Peter Johnson outside on ladders, I regained consciousness, only to first yell at them to stop cutting my coat. I was under the impression I had made it out on my own.
As I looked up, and saw Lt. Doug Sudik and his crew from Truck Company 26, the drivers from 33 and the crew from Medic 46, alls I could do is wonder, 'why do they look so concerned?!?! I know I burned my ears, but damn.' It wasn't until I was loaded into the back of Medic 46 and saw Jamieson Scarlata, Daniel Robinson, and EMS Captain Danny Hughes, an asked them, "how bad am I really?". Im not sure who, but I think one of them said, "well, its not great..." At that point, I couldn't be more thankful to have them, some of the best paramedics in Prince George's County, and probably the Nation watching over me and providing me with amazing pre-hospital care.
When we were on Michigan Avenue N.W. around North Capitol Street I believe, I still couldn't understand or fathom how bad it could be, but realized I was clutching the non-rebreather mask against my face and emptying the bag as quickly as it was filling up because my throat was slowly starting to swell up and getting harder to breath that I had thought to my self 'this must be pretty bad!'. Once at the hospital, I still had no clue how bad it really was, until I woke up a day later with a tube shoved down my throat, arms in soft restraints, and my hero an role model, my father, sitting next to me explaining what had happened, how bad it really was and to just try my best and relax and not pull the tube out. As the days went on, many of you know my expected out come became better and better. Initially, family and friends were told to come in and say their good byes. If it were not for the men on the fire ground and Medic unit along with the men and women of the Washington Hospital Centers Burn Unit, I would not be alive, here/now today to type this. As I have said in the past, not many days go by that I do not think about that horrible morning, that I was almost taken from this great place.