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Working "Recovery" From a Plane Crash
allen griggs
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I feel sorry for the French firemen and policemen working recovery from the German plane crash.
WARNING: Graphic first person description of recovery of human remains from a plane crash.
When I was a paramedic in central Georgia, we worked a plane crash one night. It was about 10 pm, we got a call on 911 to respond to a plane crash. This was really weird, we didn't get many plane crashes in my little county. The location was 15 miles from our little airport.
My partner and I drove out there in 5M9, lights and sirens. A Georgia State Trooper had arrived before us and showed us the way to the crash.
The plane was a pile of aluminum junk. We looked into the airplane and saw immediately that everyone was dead. In fact, what we saw was four sets of legs.
It turned out, a twin engine Beechcraft was flying along in a thunderstorm, and had flown right into the ground. The pilot would have been flying instruments only, either the instruments failed him, or he screwed up, but he flew it right into the ground, as we later learned at about 220 mph. In this way, our plane crash was like the German plane crash, except, the German plane was going faster.
I had worked plenty of fatal car crashes, at 60 mph or at, if the guy was drunk enough, at 95 mph, but 220 mph was a whole new ball game.
Upon impact, the torsos were * free from the legs, and all four torsos went through the windshield, and flew out into the forest at high speed.
We were in Baldwin County Georgia. We did not have a professional airplane crash response team. We did the best we could.
Working with the State Patrol, and the deputies, and the coroner, we got four body bags. We could tell from the legs, and shoes left in the plane, that there had been a man flying the plane, and there were two women passengers, and a little boy.
We got 4 body bags. We got a piece of paper and taped it to the bag, and labeled it "MAN."
Labeled the second one "WOMAN #1." Then, labeled "WOMAN #2" a the last one "BOY."
I walked through the woods, and about 100 feet from the plane was a barbed wire fence at the edge of a field. Right at the bottom of the fence with my big flashlight I spotted part of a hand. There was the little finger, the ring finger, and the middle finger. I could tell it was the left hand.Evidently, the torso had been flying through the air at high speed, and when the arm hit the fence, it severed the hand. Pretty clean cut. I saw that there was red fingernail polish on the fingernails.
So, I took this piece of hand back to body bag labeled "WOMAN #1." I looked in there, in the dark and the rain with my flashlight, and among the legs and other pieces, I saw a left hand. Nope, wasn't her, she already had a left hand.
So, I took the hand over and put it in the body bag labeled "WOMAN #2."
I gotta tell you, after about a half hour of this I was beyond sick to my stomach, I was ready to drive to the Oconee River and jump off of that high bridge.
At that point, there were 4 Paramedics, 4 State Troopers, 3 deputies, and about 40 volunteer firemen working the crash, picking up body parts.
I told my Captain, "Look, these volunteer firemen can pick up body parts as well as I can. I need to return to the barracks, get a shower, and stand by in case a living person needs a paramedic, and calls 911."
The Captain agreed and my partner and I got in the ambulance and went back to the barracks. I did take a shower but I was kind of in a state of shock. I had never seen anything so tragic, so horrible.
Rest assured, when I went home the next morning at 8 am I got me a six pack, and a fifth of Jack Daniels, and I worked on that booze the entire day. I was horrified and I felt like I was in a kind of state of shock.
I feel sorry for the French firefighters and police who are working recovery from the German plane crash. They have forty times as many people, and the plane was going twice as fast.
These tough mountain rescuers of France will bear the scars of this plane crash for many years.
WARNING: Graphic first person description of recovery of human remains from a plane crash.
When I was a paramedic in central Georgia, we worked a plane crash one night. It was about 10 pm, we got a call on 911 to respond to a plane crash. This was really weird, we didn't get many plane crashes in my little county. The location was 15 miles from our little airport.
My partner and I drove out there in 5M9, lights and sirens. A Georgia State Trooper had arrived before us and showed us the way to the crash.
The plane was a pile of aluminum junk. We looked into the airplane and saw immediately that everyone was dead. In fact, what we saw was four sets of legs.
It turned out, a twin engine Beechcraft was flying along in a thunderstorm, and had flown right into the ground. The pilot would have been flying instruments only, either the instruments failed him, or he screwed up, but he flew it right into the ground, as we later learned at about 220 mph. In this way, our plane crash was like the German plane crash, except, the German plane was going faster.
I had worked plenty of fatal car crashes, at 60 mph or at, if the guy was drunk enough, at 95 mph, but 220 mph was a whole new ball game.
Upon impact, the torsos were * free from the legs, and all four torsos went through the windshield, and flew out into the forest at high speed.
We were in Baldwin County Georgia. We did not have a professional airplane crash response team. We did the best we could.
Working with the State Patrol, and the deputies, and the coroner, we got four body bags. We could tell from the legs, and shoes left in the plane, that there had been a man flying the plane, and there were two women passengers, and a little boy.
We got 4 body bags. We got a piece of paper and taped it to the bag, and labeled it "MAN."
Labeled the second one "WOMAN #1." Then, labeled "WOMAN #2" a the last one "BOY."
I walked through the woods, and about 100 feet from the plane was a barbed wire fence at the edge of a field. Right at the bottom of the fence with my big flashlight I spotted part of a hand. There was the little finger, the ring finger, and the middle finger. I could tell it was the left hand.Evidently, the torso had been flying through the air at high speed, and when the arm hit the fence, it severed the hand. Pretty clean cut. I saw that there was red fingernail polish on the fingernails.
So, I took this piece of hand back to body bag labeled "WOMAN #1." I looked in there, in the dark and the rain with my flashlight, and among the legs and other pieces, I saw a left hand. Nope, wasn't her, she already had a left hand.
So, I took the hand over and put it in the body bag labeled "WOMAN #2."
I gotta tell you, after about a half hour of this I was beyond sick to my stomach, I was ready to drive to the Oconee River and jump off of that high bridge.
At that point, there were 4 Paramedics, 4 State Troopers, 3 deputies, and about 40 volunteer firemen working the crash, picking up body parts.
I told my Captain, "Look, these volunteer firemen can pick up body parts as well as I can. I need to return to the barracks, get a shower, and stand by in case a living person needs a paramedic, and calls 911."
The Captain agreed and my partner and I got in the ambulance and went back to the barracks. I did take a shower but I was kind of in a state of shock. I had never seen anything so tragic, so horrible.
Rest assured, when I went home the next morning at 8 am I got me a six pack, and a fifth of Jack Daniels, and I worked on that booze the entire day. I was horrified and I felt like I was in a kind of state of shock.
I feel sorry for the French firefighters and police who are working recovery from the German plane crash. They have forty times as many people, and the plane was going twice as fast.
These tough mountain rescuers of France will bear the scars of this plane crash for many years.
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People and parts of people were scattered over a large area. I was the first cop on scene and approached the main cabin of the commuter. I could see a man sitting in his seat and he looked intact, and I thought he might be alive. I stuck my baton into the wreckage to try to pry it away from him and realized nothing was going to move due to it being so compacted into the ground. I pulled out my baton and it was covered with tissue and blood.
I worked with a mortician , who had taken a job at the factory I worked at ( it was the family business in the funeral services ) just too many to support all, but he kept his license and training up.
I have always been a question asking fellow so many times I would ask about how or why not being morbid just the basic of how they treat a body.. any way he was telling me kids are the worst as they have just started there life , the worst he ever had to do was a train hit a station wagon with a family in it , this was many years ago , he told me picking up parts and pieces of the kids still haunted him , had to be the worst day ever in the business,
Sadly cancer took him buy Jim was a great fellow and I did learn a lot from him .
That was a cabin fire, i think, right after take-off. O2 bottles?
Also it looks like the plane was forced down.
Have only respect and sympathy for the people going out to those mountains. The duty they perform is a kindness to the families, but a true burden to themselves.
Margaret Thatcher
"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics."
Mark Twain
(Thanks for letting me ramble on about this-haven't talked about it in years but some of the the posts about other's experiences brought it back like it was yesterday.)
Not doing any more of it
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I did get a call several years later when a military jet went down in Huron County. The 2 Aviators had punched out and couldn't be located and were not responding. Dispatch requested me and my quadrunner to respond to the search area but by the time I loaded the quad in my patrol truck and headed north, I got called off because they had been located in some trees. Neither had survived.
I worked the rest of my career without having to work a plane crash.
I feel for those of you that have had to deal with that stuff. I have a few of my own bad dreams and negative issues from other types of incidents I did respond to. I can especially relate to a fiery car crash that a young man perished in.
There were several others but it's probably best I don't wake up those ghosts of the past.