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September 5, 2005

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First Responders

By Greyhawk

While many were busy complaining, others were just busy. Via e-mail, how some folks cut through red tape:

I went in on the rescue boats on Wednesday. I called my boss about 3 AM and left the message in his voicemail. I joined a group organized by a local state senator. Convoy speeds of up to 80 mph with some trucks pulling boats passing us. Got to the edge of the interstate to launch boats and were delayed for 45 minutes.

I wore my uniform, I'm a 1SG in the USAR, to bluff my way in. Once there the local pol abdicated his leadership and told everyone to go home. Its about 150 miles from Lafayette to NO. Sorry, but No was not an acceptable answer that day. No volunteers in Jeff Parish. No volunteers in Plaqumines parish. Finally met a FEMA guy. He was a road block and not a help.

Eventually , 5 hours after reaching the launch site we got our boats in the water. My supply SGT is a member of the OPSD SWAT team so we loaded 16 of them on our boats and hit the water. The levees are great for small floods but really hampered rescue. We crossed small boats over the Orleans canal and Airboats over Bayou St John. Shuttled refugees between boats. Tried to get a Cherrypicker or backhoe to come out on the railroad tracks to aid us in lifting boats over the railroad embankment. Search and rescue teams like the idea but need approval. WTF!

Note to everyone in the hurricane areas, If you get in your attic you will die. One crew spent Wednesday with FEMA breaching the roofs of all single story structures. Counting the dead. As we floated down Canal BLVD toward the lake I thought of Monty Python, "Bring out your dead."

We hit a surburban. Completely submerged. We passed an Episcopal church. Pews and bibles floating in the street. Every two story house had broken windows where they accessed the roof for rescue. In some areas the water is only two feet deep. Trunks and fuel tanks open. A fireman on a Waverunner flags us down. He is wearing shorts and a fire helmet. His Waverunner has sucked up some garbage and developed a terminal case of asthma. He hitches a ride in one boat.

My two native guides live across the Orleans canal and lead a six man LE team to UNO in response to a cry for help from the local PD. An hour later they return. UNO is deserted and they suspect that local gangs are sending false calls to divert LE from their target areas.

About 3PM a man and a woman show up in a canoe. One paddle. Ten family members in a house on B_______ street. 94 year old great aunt and an uncle who won't leave. I send three boats, {two guides} and two LE. Tell the LE to tell uncle he is under arrest and bring them out.

Carencro FD shows up with three boats and twelve Nuns. Sorry Sister but we must pick you up and carry you across the levee and into the big boats. Take the crab boat. It has a sunshade.

{The guides} lead the other crew back without the great aunt. She would not survive the open boat and rough handling we would subject her to. Got a GPS and reported it to FEMA for extraction by helo if possible. Left the uncle with his mother. {One guide} reaches down and washes his face in the dirty water. It is so hot. I drained my camel back and 5 bottles of water.

LE gets a call they have to return to the launch site.

I've redacted names from the above account, though I believe it's authentic. We'll hope to have more later, though obviously time is a luxury very few people have right now.

There will be many "lessons learned" from Katrina - and endless discussions about "response time". But common sense indicates that it's the efforts of individuals and groups within a community that will make all the difference in the hours immediately following a disaster. Those hours are the time where some folks take positive action while others despair - or worse. We call the first group "heroes" in America.

Are there any in your neighborhood?

In your mirror?

Update: Others call them Sheepdogs, or Greys. Works for me.


Posted by Greyhawk / September 5, 2005 4:18 PM | Permalink

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I have many friends in Plaqumines Parish could you tell me where I can get A view of the area all i can find is New orleans.

Thanks

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November 26, 2010


America@war
[Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.

That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.

From their about page:

The Naval Institute shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:

The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.

Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.

I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.

"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.

Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...

And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.

The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.

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But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.

If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.

And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.

We've already made history, it's time to save it.

(More to follow...)




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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004