Fire Walkers – Camp Borden Fire School – Chapter 2 of 6

Written by Harold McNeill on February 25th, 2011. Posted in Fire Department


Fire Walkers – Fire School – Chapter 2

On July 25, 1961, our group of twenty-three was packed and ready for lift-off, the assigned transport an Air Force, Fairchild, C-119 Flying Boxcar, a supply and troop transport. For troops (and wannabe firemen), canvas slings hanging from the sides of the fuselage, provided a place to sit but little in the way of comfort. Immediately outside the fuselage the roar of the two 1500 hp radial engines made conversation nearly impossible.C-119

With a painstakingly slow cruising speed of 200 mph, it was a long, bladder filled trip to Winnipeg where we stopped for a bathroom break, quick lunch and change of flight crew. By early afternoon we were off for the ten hour leg to Trenton. After a late dinner we bunked down but did not get much sleep that night as we all seemed to be giddy from the long flight and thinking about the new experience that awaited. Early the next morning we left by bus for the final 120 mile leg to Camp Borden.

As civilians we were assigned barracks separate from regular recruits – I suppose the brass didn’t want our rag-tag group of civilians to unduly contaminate their sparkling fresh troops. The accommodation and food was great but we generally stood out like sore thumbs in the mess hall and around the base where all military personnel sported freshly pressed uniforms and spit polished boots. By the sarcastic comments directed our way, it was clear the regulars didn’t view us with high esteem.

From the course overview given over the first few days, it was certain the next several weeks would be hard work, both in class and in the field, as first we studied, then put into practice, the skills required to become top-notch crash rescue fire fighters. The real shocker came on our first visit to the practice area with Corporal Breckinridge, our field trainer.

Corporal Breckinridge – Our Field Trainer

Breckinridge, a man in his early 40s with a soft gravely voice, was easy to like.  He came across as a man who knew his job and who was willing to work hard to teach his batch of raw recruits everything Getting Close to Flamespossible about basic crash rescue fire fighting.  The first lesson – a demonstration of the dangers involved in dealing with a large, fuel based fire that could be expected to accompany an aircraft crash. The demonstration caused many us to wonder if we had chosen the right career path.

In the training area a large steel culvert, modified to resemble an aircraft body, stood in mute silence. After pouring several hundred gallons of aviation fuel inside and around the culvert, Breckinridge lit a thunder flash then calmly tossed it into the pooled liquid.  The resulting explosion was thunderous and flames engulfed the metal mock-up. To a man we backed away from the intense heat and acrid smoke.

Photo: A crew from Cold Lake get a closeup test of their suits in the edge of the flames around the mock-up.  (Photo courtesy of Raymond Birn, one of the trainees from Cold Lake)

Breckinridge told us that with a couple of weeks of practice we would all feel completely comfortable walking into that raging inferno. Assuredly we held doubts but Breckinridge was strong leader who inspired confidence with his words. He then donned his protective gear and disappeared in the raging inferno.  When he emerged (to all appearances unscathed) he summonsed a foam equipped fire truck and the flames were quickly extinguished.Walking into Flames

He then instructed us to ‘suit up’ as a smaller pool of gas was dumped in the training area. After being lit, Breckenridge gently guided small groups though the flames as a demonstration of the ability of the protective gear to prevent our being burned to a cinder. It was only by shear force of will, and the gentle encouragement of Corporal Breckinridge, that we were able to walk through those first fires.

Photo: The Fire Walkers get up close and personal with a gas fire. Early in training handlines were held in readiness as we walked through the flames.  Photo courtesy of Frank Fertich, an RCAF Fireman.

Over the next several weeks we learned the theory and, in the field, how to apply foam, dry chemical and a finely misted spray of water to knock down flames. We were soon able, if not totally comfortable, walking through the smoke and flames in order to ‘rescue’ pails filled with sand. While the fire retardant suits worked well, we had to take care that our wool under garments were properly worn. If not, ‘hot spots’ could easily develop, especially in the boots. When this happened it was not uncommon to see one of the recruits rush to the side of the training area and rip off his boots or other gear that had become overheated.

Fire Protective GearPhoto:  Fire protective gear. Note the fireman does not wear any breathing equipment under the helmet.

One of the challenges of walking into an area filled with acrid smoke was holding our breath while we rescued the sand pails and made a safe exit. Those who could not hold out and tried to catch a breath would find their lungs filled with sufficient fumes to keep them coughing for several minutes. After we each suffered that experience we better understood why Corporal Breckinridge periodically left the training area or class seized by a coughing spasm that would cause him to double over.

Week after week Corporal Breckinridge accompanied each recruit as he taught us to calmly and methodically attack a wall of flames. While each of us had only to enter the inferno one or two times a day, Breckinridge would enter several times. In retrospect, it takes little imagination to understand how this must have affected his lungs after several years of teaching. As starting this series of stories, I now wonder what became of that great teacher. Perhaps through the records at Camp Borden an answer can be found. The man certainly deserved to be honoured for his selfless service to others.

Rest and Relaxation

While most of our time was taken at the school or studying in barracks, at few of us managed to catch an occasional week-end away from the base.  It was my good fortune to have an Uncle, Sergeant Allen Hartley, a tank warfare instructor at Borden, and his wife, my Aunt Marcia Hartley (Wheeler), my mother’s sister, living in Alliston, just eight miles from the base.

Uncle Al and Aunt Marcia would lend us their car and, along with four or five chums, we toured the local hot spots, like Barrie, looking to taste of the night life.  We managed to catch a few concerts (Johnny Cash, The Cascades – both before they became stars), meet a few girls (we could compete with the military as Guy Venne made sure they knew we were “USAF SAC” (a step above the RCAF recruits)) and, even though the drinking age was 21 in Ontario, we managed to score a few cases of beer for our parties.

One trip, on the September long week-end, took us to Niagara Falls and Buffalo.  The reason for traveling to Buffalo was to find a bar where we could legally drink (granted we already had a lot of practice). It was one of those lost week-ends that will be long remembered for having been locked inside the gates of Goat Island (US side of Niagara Falls) with a few other young people we had met in a Buffalo bar and were showing the Canadians the sights. On the return trip, on Sunday, we stopped at a drag race-way just outside Buffalo to see, for the first time, high powered dragsters.

On our way back to the border we still had a couple of cases of beer which we knew we couldn’t take into Canada, so stopped by a construction site and strategically placed the bottles as a surprise for the Monday morning work crew. Hey, those American folks gave as a job (and all those nuclear weapons to protect our country) the least we could do was leave a few beer behind as a thank-you.

While a week-end away were a rarity, it did give us a chance glipse the night life and to see the beauty of southern Ontario as the full splendour of fall colors began to appear.

All too soon our training time came to a close and we headed back to Cold Lake to continue our adventures in the Cold War.

Harold McNeill
February 2011

 

Foam Attack

Camp Borden, Training Area.  Recruit with a handline learns to knock down major fire areas using foam.  Photo courtesy of David Birtwhistle, RCAF Fireman.

Knockdown continues

Camp Borden, Training area.  Under the watchful eye of an instructor, two firemen continue to knockdown flames in preparation for entering to affect a rescue.  Photo Courtesy of David Birtwhistle.

Smoke and vapor

Camp Borden, Training area.  Smoke and vapour
surround to trainees exiting the mockup.

Exit with Sand Pail

Camp Borden, Training Area:  Fire trainee from Cold Lake SAC Base removes sand pail after fire has been knocked down.  Photo courtesy of Raymond Birn, SAC Trainee.  Date on photo suggest film was not developed until several months after return to Cold Lake from Camp Borden.

Fire Walker with Hot Spot

Camp Borden, Training Area:  A Cold Lake SAC fire trainee drops his pail of sand and hot foots away from crash scene ready to remove his mask. It appears he was choking from the acrid smoke or had developed a ‘hot spot’ in his gear.  Photo courtesy of SAC Trainee Raymond Birn.

(1860)

(Visited 648 times, 1 visits today)

Trackback from your site.

Leave a comment

 

Comments

  • Harold McNeill

    April 14, 2020 |

    Hi Rick,
    Great to hear from you and trust all is going well. Our family members are all doing well but it must be pretty tough for a lot of people. I had once heard you were going to do some writing but never heard anything further. I would be most interested, but do you think the OB News have archives back to that time. Any link or information you could provide would be greatly appreciated. Did you keep copies? Regards, Harold

  • Rick Gonder

    April 14, 2020 |

    Hi Harold
    About 22 years ago I spent several weeks going through the OBPD archives. I wrote several stories that were published in the OB News. Feel free to use if they are of value to what you are doing.
    Keep this up, I’m enjoying it and it brings back memories.

  • Harold McNeill

    April 12, 2020 |

    Hi Susan,

    Glad you had a chance to read. I decided to update these stories by proofreading as there were several grammatical errors in many. Hopefully, many of those glaring errors have been removed.

    Many of the stories carry a considerable amount of social comment regarding the way the criminal justice system is selectively applied. Next up involves a young woman from near Cold Lake, Alberta, who was abducted by an older male from Edmonton. Her story is the story of hundreds of young men and woman who have found themselves alone and without help when being prayed upon unscrupulous predators.

    Cheers, Harold

  • Susan

    April 8, 2020 |

    Great read, Harold!…and really not surprising, sad as that may sound.
    Keep the stories coming, it is fascinating to hear them.
    Love from us out here in the “sticks”, and stay safe from this unknown predator called Covid.

  • Harold McNeill

    February 17, 2020 |

    Update:  Times Colonist, February 16, 2020, articles by Louise Dickson, She got her gun back, then she killed herself,” and,  Mounties decision to return gun to PTSD victim haunts her brother. 

    Summary: I don’t know how many read the above articles, but they contained the tragic details about young woman, Krista Carle’, who took her own life after suffering for years with PTSD. While tragedies such as this play out across Canada every week, the reason this story resonates so profoundly is that the final, tragic, conclusion took place here in Victoria. Continued in the article.

  • McNeill Life Stories Index to Police Notebook - McNeill Life Stories

    February 16, 2020 |

    […] Part I, Police solidarity and the push for amalgamation. Part II, Comparing police cultures and implementing change Part III, The past as a guide to the future Part IV The integration of police services […]

  • Harold McNeill

    February 15, 2020 |

    Testing the comments section after changes made. Updated: February 10, 2020

    Further to the update below (February 1, 2020), I note that since the government announced a “No-Fault” insurance plan for BC, Robert Mulligan is taking a slightly different tack, suggesting that no-fault will only increase the problems by taking away the right of an injured party to sue.

    I’ve copied just one sentence from Mulligan’s longer discussion, “And I think people don’t like the idea that somebody who’s, for example, was drunk and ran into you and you become a quadriplegic is going to be treated exactly the same way you would in terms of getting benefits (go to minute 00:15:26 to see his full comment)

    Statements like this appear to be simple fear-mongering. As was the case in the past, people who commit criminal offences, as well as other forms of negligence while driving, may well lose their insurance coverage and in all likelihood would be sued by ICBC to recover costs of the claim. (Link here to Mulligan’s full conversation on CFAX radio)

  • McNeill Life Stories Index to Police Notebook - McNeill Life Stories

    January 5, 2020 |

    […] 28. The past as a guide to the future (Part III): Over the past 60 years, many activities the police once performed as a natural part of their daily duty, eventually became incompatible with achieving their basic goals. What happened? (August 2019) […]

  • McNeill Life Stories Why I stand with science? - McNeill Life Stories

    November 11, 2019 |

    […] During the Ice Age, the Earth’s average temperature was about 12 degrees Fahrenheit colder than it is today. That was enough to keep snow from melting during the summers in northern regions. As snow fell on the snow, glaciers formed. (NASA Earth Observatory) […]

  • McNeill Life Stories How to Game an Election - McNeill Life Stories

    September 18, 2019 |

    […] The Federal Conservatives and Seymour Riding Association complied but one day later those memes will be shared by every third party social media site and by thousands of supporters where the message will be taken as a statements of the fact.  Five years from now those memes will still be circulating. (Link here to background on the SNC Lavalin matter) […]