Ask any fireman (firefighter) what is their most prized possession. .Most would say their helmet. Prior to all the new regulations, their helmet would be used throughout their career.
I got my first helmet at proby school. Carnes would come out to the rock with a special machine that actually measured the circumference of your head. The inner crown was to come at a later time.
The helmet represented who you are. It also may represent the department and company you are with. Their rank and possible badge number are on the helmet. Some would try to change the shape of the brim to look salty. The golden rule is don?t mess with a guy?s helmet.
So if ones helmet is lost or stolen it can be devastating and in some cases it can be costly. For many of us hired before the dept. supplied the uniform and personal protective equipment, we were responsible for our own outfits. During my career I had both things happen to me.
Back in the late 70?s and early 80?s , the job (FDNY) was suffering from a shortage of school trained chauffeurs. Chauffeurs, in the FDNY, are not a promotion and are picked by the company commander. Chauffeurs receive compensation only for the tour that they drive. To overcome the problem, they started a program where a company commander was to have members trained on company level.
I became one of those trained members. One day I was scheduled to drive. After relieving the chauffeur, I put my gear in the rear compartment on the driver side. Unknown to me I failed to secure the compartment door. During one of the runs going up 183St my helmet must have fallen out of the compartment. Later in the day a gentlemen entered quarters, to my surprise, and returned my helmet. God must have been on my side.
On one night tour we were first due at an all hands or better. The fire was on the top floor of a building on 184th St. and Valentine Ave. At the time we had a Ft-2 tip on the 1st line. While operating the line we experienced water problems. To compound the situation the fire was entering the cockloft. We took the tip off and opened the nozzle part way and was able to extinguish fire before it got any headway. When we got back to the rig, we found out that a large amount of glass enter the pump because of a broken inlet screen. This enabled the small bits to work its way to the FT-2 tip. Prior to that I was in Sq.2 where we experienced this often at least once a week. I would break down the tip and clean it out. Eventually, most companies removed the tip from the 1st line.
While taking up, I placed my helmet on the jump seat. At the time, we were using a spare with open jump seats. As we finished packing the bed, I got one of those eerie feelings and went immediately to check my gear. One look and I knew my helmet was gone. Being it was a warm night the streets were full of people. After asking several people, one teenager said no big deal the city will replace it. I explained that I had to pay to replace it myself. Fortunately a nice young lady, to my amazement, showed up with it. Raising 5 kids money was tight in those days. Again thank you Lord.
Having worked in the South and West Bronx most of my career during the hay days when ? The Bronx was burning?, I dealt with a lot of low life?s. But I met more good people. I would see them at six in the morning going to work and coming home at six at night. These people are caught in a bubble and no matter how hard they worked they can?t get out. They are forced to live next to those undesirables. We would go into a beautiful apt. and next door would be a roach infested sh-t house. I learned to judge an individual for who they are and not where they live.