Stop the Press - Fleitz runs an Airport Alert
Today, after a table top exercise with the numerous agencies which would be involved with an airport alert, we ran a call. That is right, for the first time in almost two years I have officially run an airport alert. I do not know if I am entitled to any awards or prizes, but I do feel like a million bucks. It seems as though all the hard work and dedication has paid off.
So let me give you a rundown of the event as it unfolded. We were sitting there eating dinner and this strange sound came over the loud speaker. Everyone jumped, except for me because I was wondering what the hell was going on. So I figured, hell if everyone else is getting up I might as well follow them. Then I said to myself "Self, this must be one of those...you know...ah whatthehelldotheycallitthingys...oh yeah...AN ACTUAL AIRPORT ALERT." So there we went out the door. I called the tower to ask what was going on. It was a Navy jet, a training jet that we see periodically at Roanoke. The jet was having issues with its cabin pressure.
Ok are you ready for the exciting part...do you think you can handle what happened next? Well nothing really. The jet landed, and we followed it to General Aviation, think parking lot for aircraft. It was kind of like walking behind an old lady in a walker.
So that is it. My first Airport Alert. Kinda like being a 40 year old virgin. You hear about it all the time, but you gotta wait forever to experience it.
So let me give you a rundown of the event as it unfolded. We were sitting there eating dinner and this strange sound came over the loud speaker. Everyone jumped, except for me because I was wondering what the hell was going on. So I figured, hell if everyone else is getting up I might as well follow them. Then I said to myself "Self, this must be one of those...you know...ah whatthehelldotheycallitthingys...oh yeah...AN ACTUAL AIRPORT ALERT." So there we went out the door. I called the tower to ask what was going on. It was a Navy jet, a training jet that we see periodically at Roanoke. The jet was having issues with its cabin pressure.
Ok are you ready for the exciting part...do you think you can handle what happened next? Well nothing really. The jet landed, and we followed it to General Aviation, think parking lot for aircraft. It was kind of like walking behind an old lady in a walker.
So that is it. My first Airport Alert. Kinda like being a 40 year old virgin. You hear about it all the time, but you gotta wait forever to experience it.
4 comments:
The virgin part I believe but the 40 year old? Come on, you dont even look old enough to be in the Fire department. While the rest of us wash windows, paint etc on our days off, you seem more likely to have a bike and paper route. LMAO!
He forgot to tell you about the part of chasing the jet down the runway. Yes he even got to drive down the runway. We dont get to do that every day.
He didn't even fill us in on what the duty injury was up there eather.
hmmm, lets see, if you were paid per run, and two years, one run,hmmm. waste of a young firefighter.
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