It's all over now. Looking back, it was a time of terror and uncertainty. It was also a time of great anger and unity.
I was on duty at the firehouse on Tuesday the 11th. I had just finished a 24-hour shift. It was special duty that morning. We were being held over to be fitted with new SCBA masks.
Watching all that unfold that morning as an on-duty fireman was just a special experience that I'll not now pollute with words.
The week following consisted of 24-7 coverage on every channel. All aviation except military was grounded. I remember going outside at night and looking into the sky. No flights. No nothing. I made a mental note of that and filed those planeless skies into my memory.
Other things were happening. Poison mail. Anthrax mail.
After a week or so the FAA decided to let aviation, even small planes fly again. Maybe it was human nature but when the flight ban was lifted, every Tom, Dick and Harry with a pilot's license hauled *** to the airport and fired up their Cessna. After no flights, no nothing, suddenly it was like a giant airshow.
I was at Palmerdale #3 working my second Fire department job. I was at the station minding my own business. When the phone rang. I'll never forget the near panic in that fireman's voice.
The City called, my primary job.
"Travis", the fireman said, "You gotta come come in. The chiefs are gone, Chief is out of town and the Assistant Chief is unavailable you are the man. "
"What's happening?" I asked?
"It looks like we are under attack!" he replied
"Attack how?!!!" I asked.
"Small planes! Several callers called dispatch. It was seen just north of town, a small plane dropping a powder like substance. A witness called dispatch and reported two men in a small plane. One was hanging out the side emptying a bag."
"Travis, there is "stuff everywhere! White stuff, we don't know what it is.
It's not just here. The Law Enforcement channels especially the North Net is going nuts! "
"I'll be there as soon as I can." I replied.
I called in a good man to take Palmerdale # 3. I gave him a briefing and then I grabbed an extra SCBA off a truck to take with me. Palmerdale and the City were close and could aid each other if need be.
With the SCBA, I headed home. I told my wife to stay in unless they go up the road to my parents. Stay indoors...
It was surreal.
I did not carry then. I did not have a permit. It was a different time.
I called upon my Colt Series 80 1911. I loaded it up. It was loaded up cocked and locked, you know...for terrorists.
So, with Palmerdale's SCBA and my 1911 I headed to the City in the midst of an apparent terror attack.
It all made sense. The attack on 9-11 with airliners. The anthrax mail and now they are hitting rural America with small planes.
Here we freaking go!
As far as my pistol loaded in my truck, I was as illegal as a 4 Dollar Bill at a Cockfight. In that moment in time though, I could have had a belt fed hanging out the window and no LEO in the State of Alabama would have held it against me once they knew who I was.
Sure enough, as I approached the City, I started to see the "White Stuff". It was everywhere.
When I got to the station, stuff was floating around everywhere. If it was a poison, what could we do? The only thing we could do is offer supportive care for acute cases. So far there were no medical issues reported.
That being said there were all kinds of calls related to the stuff...
Wal-Mart's AC units clogged up with it.
We decided Level D...turnouts, no scbas wou/d be the realistic course of action as the stuff was already everywhere....
The same reports all over the South...
Biloxi, Hattiesburg, Jackson, Tallahassee, Pensacola, Cullman, Huntsville, Columbus MS, Sylacauga, Georgia...Tennessee...All reported the same...
Small planes dumping stuff...
Funny white stuff everywhere.
For while it looked bad, I mean bad,bad.
Come to find out...
It was a small spider.
Every fall these spiders make a parachute type of web and fly with the wind. September 2001 seemed to be an extra heavy year for them.
Every fall since then, I have looked for them and I may see a web or two but nothing of note.
Pretty much, I have not seen those jokers since, at least like that.
It kind of reminds me of the Japanese landing boats being seen off Honolulu after Dec 7.
This was the first time I carried a loaded pistol for protection. In a time of war, I reached for the 1911.
Now I would grab my Model 10s, mainly because I'm set up for them.
I was on duty at the firehouse on Tuesday the 11th. I had just finished a 24-hour shift. It was special duty that morning. We were being held over to be fitted with new SCBA masks.
Watching all that unfold that morning as an on-duty fireman was just a special experience that I'll not now pollute with words.
The week following consisted of 24-7 coverage on every channel. All aviation except military was grounded. I remember going outside at night and looking into the sky. No flights. No nothing. I made a mental note of that and filed those planeless skies into my memory.
Other things were happening. Poison mail. Anthrax mail.
After a week or so the FAA decided to let aviation, even small planes fly again. Maybe it was human nature but when the flight ban was lifted, every Tom, Dick and Harry with a pilot's license hauled *** to the airport and fired up their Cessna. After no flights, no nothing, suddenly it was like a giant airshow.
I was at Palmerdale #3 working my second Fire department job. I was at the station minding my own business. When the phone rang. I'll never forget the near panic in that fireman's voice.
The City called, my primary job.
"Travis", the fireman said, "You gotta come come in. The chiefs are gone, Chief is out of town and the Assistant Chief is unavailable you are the man. "
"What's happening?" I asked?
"It looks like we are under attack!" he replied
"Attack how?!!!" I asked.
"Small planes! Several callers called dispatch. It was seen just north of town, a small plane dropping a powder like substance. A witness called dispatch and reported two men in a small plane. One was hanging out the side emptying a bag."
"Travis, there is "stuff everywhere! White stuff, we don't know what it is.
It's not just here. The Law Enforcement channels especially the North Net is going nuts! "
"I'll be there as soon as I can." I replied.
I called in a good man to take Palmerdale # 3. I gave him a briefing and then I grabbed an extra SCBA off a truck to take with me. Palmerdale and the City were close and could aid each other if need be.
With the SCBA, I headed home. I told my wife to stay in unless they go up the road to my parents. Stay indoors...
It was surreal.
I did not carry then. I did not have a permit. It was a different time.
I called upon my Colt Series 80 1911. I loaded it up. It was loaded up cocked and locked, you know...for terrorists.

So, with Palmerdale's SCBA and my 1911 I headed to the City in the midst of an apparent terror attack.
It all made sense. The attack on 9-11 with airliners. The anthrax mail and now they are hitting rural America with small planes.
Here we freaking go!
As far as my pistol loaded in my truck, I was as illegal as a 4 Dollar Bill at a Cockfight. In that moment in time though, I could have had a belt fed hanging out the window and no LEO in the State of Alabama would have held it against me once they knew who I was.
Sure enough, as I approached the City, I started to see the "White Stuff". It was everywhere.
When I got to the station, stuff was floating around everywhere. If it was a poison, what could we do? The only thing we could do is offer supportive care for acute cases. So far there were no medical issues reported.
That being said there were all kinds of calls related to the stuff...
Wal-Mart's AC units clogged up with it.
We decided Level D...turnouts, no scbas wou/d be the realistic course of action as the stuff was already everywhere....
The same reports all over the South...
Biloxi, Hattiesburg, Jackson, Tallahassee, Pensacola, Cullman, Huntsville, Columbus MS, Sylacauga, Georgia...Tennessee...All reported the same...
Small planes dumping stuff...
Funny white stuff everywhere.
For while it looked bad, I mean bad,bad.
Come to find out...
It was a small spider.
Every fall these spiders make a parachute type of web and fly with the wind. September 2001 seemed to be an extra heavy year for them.
Every fall since then, I have looked for them and I may see a web or two but nothing of note.
Pretty much, I have not seen those jokers since, at least like that.
It kind of reminds me of the Japanese landing boats being seen off Honolulu after Dec 7.
This was the first time I carried a loaded pistol for protection. In a time of war, I reached for the 1911.
Now I would grab my Model 10s, mainly because I'm set up for them.
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