Jack was a great firefighter, whether on the fire floor, cooking the meal, playing softball or teaching the new guys. He had tremendous pride in our company and inspired that pride in all who worked with him. He was the guy who gave me my orientation when I walked through the door of St. John's East on my first tour of duty after graduating probie school. He showed me the ropes and guided me in the right direction.
One night Jack had the knob at a good first due job. He opened the bale on the nozzle and ripped it completely off. Undaunted, he grabbed the vice grips from his turnout coat, locked the pliers on the bale nut and proceeded to make his push and extinguished the apartment.
On another occasion, he paid back a night tour that he owed me. E234 ended up first due at a multiple alarm (I believe it was on Albany Ave.). Numerous rescues were made by the members of Ladders 123, 111 and R2. Jack, working in my place, had the knob. Needless to say, my stepping up and working a mutual that he needed proved once again that 'no good turn goes unpunished'. He was quite pleased to relate the details of that fire to me the next time I saw him...
Continued rest in peace Jack, you are missed and will never be forgotten.