tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61687320148105097482024-03-21T10:13:25.834-07:00Battle Born JournalT "Hawk" McKinnonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392448898432986572noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168732014810509748.post-65210770842472346182023-12-09T11:20:00.000-08:002023-12-09T11:20:22.422-08:00Trooper Alberto Felix Memorial Service 12/8/23<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/EhC0Ugl7wGI?si=JExZL0aXdcBMrBM6" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately this is one of two processions taking place; Trooper Felix and Sgt. Abbate both were killed while doing their duties on 2023 November 30. Trooper Felix procession was on 2023 December 8 and Sgt. Abbate's will be on Monday, 2023 December 11th.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="https://twitter.com/vegas_photo" class="twitter-follow-button" data-show-count="false">Follow @vegas_photo</a>
<script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></div>battlebornjourneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501031738475848920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168732014810509748.post-38937634892873322872022-03-26T10:13:00.001-07:002022-03-26T10:14:29.163-07:00Margaritaville <p><br /></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkeXKCdNSgoQNSTzog-nA8idTyRDGGxK4KdLI83xxY078qxpIde3tC2HDSGlfhIAsmYRn_vZEOd5IknMfjC6lBDWhjHEB5QnNMBvqUbaYWKWU69yxk7sCSQcz5J0Fgvx-KzhbfabFKLAXQ3xKlUPbjEkf9TBZN_fW9khfXjiwrxahw4ljuHvH0gnMb/s3264/20220325_192056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="3264" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkeXKCdNSgoQNSTzog-nA8idTyRDGGxK4KdLI83xxY078qxpIde3tC2HDSGlfhIAsmYRn_vZEOd5IknMfjC6lBDWhjHEB5QnNMBvqUbaYWKWU69yxk7sCSQcz5J0Fgvx-KzhbfabFKLAXQ3xKlUPbjEkf9TBZN_fW9khfXjiwrxahw4ljuHvH0gnMb/s320/20220325_192056.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Retirement Party</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p> 2021 March 25, Friday at about 1700 hours was the last day to one of the great Assistant Chiefs that I have had the pleasure to know and work under.</p><p>I met L. Haydu back in the mid-eighties when we both worked for Lockheed Aeronautical Space System, he was with the fire protection and I was with the plant protection (security). <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJBQYAYzu9fTfc--lUMdVyZ1eQ4AiLZM5W3LagZyikjQGJjiO4Hbp5YOur86H8ahD2hbJGsyEglnbSxinHIMxs7-CpijoT4-XdFAW6P2Tfq1SkFf9_Q4a8AglExY_bQXnZi9T1M-Gmo2Q7Pv0LT8jMUFzXx1MQ2g9e7wAjDbTApVEHqFajLy0qDYB/s3872/DSC_8028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3872" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJBQYAYzu9fTfc--lUMdVyZ1eQ4AiLZM5W3LagZyikjQGJjiO4Hbp5YOur86H8ahD2hbJGsyEglnbSxinHIMxs7-CpijoT4-XdFAW6P2Tfq1SkFf9_Q4a8AglExY_bQXnZi9T1M-Gmo2Q7Pv0LT8jMUFzXx1MQ2g9e7wAjDbTApVEHqFajLy0qDYB/s320/DSC_8028.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lockheed Aeronautical Space System</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIimAZNhN-lWKD6JMFfmny7u4qddbKxTzDzgdc60ODatq01QBEk5udoYKNaT0Bt1JHMrzERk4kLmXaeTvakgxiuOZt1kyA0rmy2mcp5uwWWhiLqZvPEZGwKLDJ1bXOU6GlDDgNqQ30g2Ju8vs3HmKqrab9Z4zc5B0XtSQg2PO8vYEmP7Wf0oiDN8f/s3872/DSC_7564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3872" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIimAZNhN-lWKD6JMFfmny7u4qddbKxTzDzgdc60ODatq01QBEk5udoYKNaT0Bt1JHMrzERk4kLmXaeTvakgxiuOZt1kyA0rmy2mcp5uwWWhiLqZvPEZGwKLDJ1bXOU6GlDDgNqQ30g2Ju8vs3HmKqrab9Z4zc5B0XtSQg2PO8vYEmP7Wf0oiDN8f/s320/DSC_7564.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Who would have thought that I would have him as my fire instructor and then as my Division Chief many years later [2014]; we've had our good times and very few bad times ~ me being myself and getting write-ups LOL. He will be missed. </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4K04vX-T8MHwuLmxGB_udUhJhsxij7Wi5kY3l2RBhceA4sozuI73_Q45SRuX2McRbQmL1ghlkf8qe_xCZYdnB-zQJzb7gHx6CeCuvJaluEvg1J2gejJymz3uT443QBlDbuIAzDPI8Q5CXmGFjKeTtVijVHU-imWemPXo_rEKkfe5n81O3Gg_vEIs1/s1201/yo.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="1201" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4K04vX-T8MHwuLmxGB_udUhJhsxij7Wi5kY3l2RBhceA4sozuI73_Q45SRuX2McRbQmL1ghlkf8qe_xCZYdnB-zQJzb7gHx6CeCuvJaluEvg1J2gejJymz3uT443QBlDbuIAzDPI8Q5CXmGFjKeTtVijVHU-imWemPXo_rEKkfe5n81O3Gg_vEIs1/s320/yo.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clark County Fire Department ~ Rural Division</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWLXX8LPHnd3qJ7VPj6h1i9yFCS3mWTFHfRgvLJ4OJb5XLfr7ecr2iV-gh4mG-QOA-p53__Yf0wnFcFmsvOSeBOTy_D34u9PgioyVKfgZECW9NZ3AOg5f7KRsBbyZl41nxFJIIRXazuUed-RGzEUj2IzKdvJT7w5INL_valKY_Y9n5DmR_avgXCmi/s3872/DSC_0845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3872" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWLXX8LPHnd3qJ7VPj6h1i9yFCS3mWTFHfRgvLJ4OJb5XLfr7ecr2iV-gh4mG-QOA-p53__Yf0wnFcFmsvOSeBOTy_D34u9PgioyVKfgZECW9NZ3AOg5f7KRsBbyZl41nxFJIIRXazuUed-RGzEUj2IzKdvJT7w5INL_valKY_Y9n5DmR_avgXCmi/s320/DSC_0845.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asst. Chief L. Haydu and I checking my radio</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSh93Dt_-nbJje2ar4MyVE_hF2uqdnCd8DFykxHHKBV6m6D85aFS7Z241kkras0Qa0rFEbi2WzFe_wN544_-qWnWamSnvi9qMXc7ethy0-iIEMtKq97NjAyt1opMFu6c46stzNIRxLucfA8XUrJ3I7k9wENAwuAtoc4jgO-BrJsR1kwycyUTOyz_8g/s3008/DSC_9409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="3008" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSh93Dt_-nbJje2ar4MyVE_hF2uqdnCd8DFykxHHKBV6m6D85aFS7Z241kkras0Qa0rFEbi2WzFe_wN544_-qWnWamSnvi9qMXc7ethy0-iIEMtKq97NjAyt1opMFu6c46stzNIRxLucfA8XUrJ3I7k9wENAwuAtoc4jgO-BrJsR1kwycyUTOyz_8g/s320/DSC_9409.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L. Haydu helmet after a live burn training</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Hopefully what he had accomplished for the Rural Division does not diminished and carry on for years to come.<p></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="https://twitter.com/vegas_photo" class="twitter-follow-button" data-show-count="false">Follow @vegas_photo</a>
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Well, Las Vegas has gone "full open", but some businesses still have the "MASK REQUIRED" and others gives you an option on the honour system. For me personally I rather wear the mask in a store, who's to say who has or not had the vaccine. I rather play it safe for a while, travelling on a commercial passenger jet is up in the air for me... Enclosed in a pressurized capsule (fuselage), mask or not I don't think would help. Until then, let's wait and see what will take place and what our government will try and get away with next time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="https://twitter.com/vegas_photo" class="twitter-follow-button" data-show-count="false">Follow @vegas_photo</a>
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Many at the beginning thought the "Corona Virus" was a hoax because the Media blew it up so well; among my First Responders, including myself, thought it was over blown by the Media and a hoax until we realized it was not. THEN mix information started to flow again, governors making it clear they didn't care about the constitution, reports that no matter how you die if you tested positive postmortem they were labeling it as cause of death Covid19, and now the numbers they show are believed, some of the people that were reported that died from Covid19 have left a "?" because they weren't sociable, economy being affected and people are upset and hurting financially. Before when they (government at all levels) were saying to maintain social distance, wear a mask, etc., most weren't listening, but now that in some places they are opening up, it seems everyone is wearing and maintaining social distance, to the point that arguments have taken place.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="https://twitter.com/vegas_photo" class="twitter-follow-button" data-show-count="false">Follow @vegas_photo</a>
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Recent changes; I still do my photography, but not quite as much as I would like to. When I can and if I'm in the area, I'll still do some photos for the department even though I'm no longer their photographer, except for the Rural Division when I can I'll do some for them. However, having my own crew, training, work, etc., it really has an impact on the photography. Been going through some of the photographs and sorting out the ones that are going to be registered with the Copyright Office, my 3rd batch once I'm done, even though by Copyright Law, it is already copyrighted, registering it's a different ball game in my opinion.<br />
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There has been some good things and bad things this year, depending on who's view you ask, I think it has been more "bad", which only means a new chapter is being created in the book with challenges and obstacles. I've lost a lot of things during my moves since a year ago and still moving and adjusting, but I keep my eyes set on goals and guides. However, I don't know if society has gotten worst or I'm just an old cranky old fuck, but my patients and tolerance seems to be diminishing slowly as the months goes by. <br />
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We shall see what 2020 will bring, in fact long range scheduling due to availability, I'm already registered for a FEMA course in December 2020, completed the required annual online training of OSHA for 2020 and waiting for more assignments [as they will come monthly] and 2020 it's not here yet!<br />
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Here we are looking forward to 2020!<br />
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1983, I started out as a Fire Photographer, after being part of the Los Angeles County Fire Department Explorer Program. Law enforcement activity caught my eyes, especially accident investigations, besides studying and going through a police academy, I kept up with the photography and used it for education and training purpose offering the photos to the departments that I happen to capture at the time of the incident.<br />
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Who would have thought that by 2014, I would become part of a department as a firefighter, certainly not me. I have heard all kind of things regarding being a volunteer firefighter and I have realized that many have no idea what it takes today. Maybe in the past, or still in some areas, the volunteers have been looked upon as the "old man's club" where a bunch of guys just sit back and drink beer and tell stories. Now if you do any research you will find that women have joined the ranks, they go through training, get certified, some even train with "paid" firefighters, they face the same budget problem as the paid departments (if not worst), they're in the public eyes, and once the uniform (including bunker gear) is donned you can't tell who's a volunteer or "paid" firefighter. I don't use the term "career" firefighter like many will do to distinguish the two - volunteer or paid; reason for, you have volunteers that have made it a career to service their community as a volunteer firefighter. I myself believe that I might be under the term "career" firefighter.<br />
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I have served the community of Blue Diamond, that I am assigned to since 2014, not only have I served the community, but have gone into other communities within the department's jurisdiction to assist at the other rural stations with coverage of their station. I did not see myself as a firefighter, little less obtaining the rank of captain, getting certifications from FEMA, IFSTA, and various other organizations and enjoying the training that is offered within the department and by other resources. After five years of service with the department, monthly training, the reactions of the public when you're at an incident, the public service that one might get involved for a day such as Fill-The-Boot or a Show-N-Tell at a school, no one can tell who's a volunteer or "paid" firefighter. It's a service that I enjoy very much and continue to seek more education within the field to help the communities better. <br />
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I've learned that many folks that will criticize what you do and make some of the statements "I won't do that for free", "that's crazy", and various other statements of negativity, in my opinion either refuse to learn or just are afraid of doing the unknown and taking a chance. I have found that in this line of work, it is not the bravery, it is not the adrenaline, and it is certainly not a phase...you got to have heart; without heart it cannot be accomplish. In my opinion it's like the military ~ it's not for everyone, but you won't know unless you try.<br />
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On another note, I can remember seeing wild horses, burros, and various other animals in the Red Rock area back in the 90's, but today you only see a hand full of burros if you are lucky, no wild horses since BLM has removed them, the area is slowly but surely getting develop and the "valley" has been choking the area at a steady pace, the little town of Blue Diamond has seen some changes within itself (just two miles south of Bonnie Springs Ranch), and still developing. Nevada State Route 160, has gone through a major face lift and still currently going through another one; I expect Nevada State Route 159, to be the next highway in the area to get a face lift once the developer starts to build where Bonnie Springs Ranch is located currently. The "Oasis of the Desert" is no longer an oasis, it has been choked.<br />
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Quick recap: promoted to Volunteer Fire Captain with the Clark County FD Rural Division; achieved Fire Instructor I; have a photo project for one of the Chiefs; working and trying to relax all at the same time...oh, and trying to keep up with the Vegas Golden Knights.<br />
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Recently, sometime between 2100 hours on 2016 December 5th (Monday) and 1000 hours on December 6th (Tuesday), I had discovered that one of my cameras is MIA. Short and to the point, photos that were taken on the 5th and prior are no longer in my possession, I did not have a chance upload to my computer the photos that were taken on 2016 December 5th and those that were already on the SD card I only have them on my computer and/or on my webpage (<a href="http://www.photographybytmckinnon.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #365899; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.photographybytmckinnon.com</a>)</div>
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It's unbelievable that I have been volunteering for the Clark County Fire Department (Las Vegas, Nevada) as a Fire Photographer for about 4 years, as Firefighter in the Rural Division for about 3 years, and as an instructor for the Nevada Division of Wildlife since 1997. I would have never thought that my life would have led me to such excitement by moving to Nevada in 1992, during all this time, I had volunteered for the Bureau of Land Management (1993-1997), driven a tour bus, trash truck, 18-wheelers, served arrest warrants, process service, been a bouncer, been a laborer, driven fork lifts, been part of the motion picture industries, done security (well still do), worked at casinos, and out of all the things I've done here in Vegas...the fire service has been most fun. Even though there is training at least once a month, if not more, the online studies that has to be done can be overwhelming, I would not trade it for nothing! I have friends and love ones that sometimes worry about me because it seems I never stop or sleep, but life is good! <br />
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Yes...like most folks out there, I believe it's normal to think about it, just some just give in and don't look at the big picture; suicide has crossed my mind several times (no given time frame), but I sit back and think (or over think) at where I've came from, what I'm doing, and the ones that love me in their own little ways being friends or relatives or adopted relatives...I can't see myself putting them through the suffering and for some having that feeling of blaming themselves for "not helping", "not seeing the warning signs", etc., if it was not for God opening my heart, showing me what I have, and the ability to look back to what I have become and the love that flows through all of them (friends and relatives)....I think I would not be typing this right now. To all of you that know me personally...thank you and I love y'all; to those that have stolen my heart, yes more than one person, but especially one very, very, very, close (and I'm scared of LOL), y'all have my heart unconditional!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="https://twitter.com/vegas_photo" class="twitter-follow-button" data-show-count="false">Follow @vegas_photo</a>
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While working on our computer system a couple of days ago, Mario Williams, (VFF and computer whiz), needed to gain access into the ceiling to provide proper cable for us to have Internet capabilities. In so doing he needed to remove several ceiling panels discovering that our entire ceiling is covered in Rat and Mouse poop. In several areas as much as several inches thick. I can assure you that in all the years I have been a member of VFD, never once have I had the occasion to look in the ceiling, so the discovery does not surprise me, although quite interesting. I suppose we could do nothing, however, Just knowing that every time we enter the Office area, just over head lurks a pile of Rat shit that, at any moment, could come tumbling down upon us causing any number of infectious diseases and disastrous circumstances, (Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh MY!!) Perhaps we should have the HazMat Team come take a look. I, for one, will take Mario's word and not go looking. What do you think????</div>
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On 2015 April 11, the Clark County Fire Department held an open house at Station 20, where they served breakfast to the neighborhood.</div>
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an interesting year. New adventures were introduced; new hobbies
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some lost. Life is full of trials,
however, it’s how one looks at the outcome of the trials and either you learn
from them or you don’t; regardless of what lay before the path and the path
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About a month ago we had a storm rage through this valley and to the north effecting the Moapa Valley area, Interstate 15 was shut down in both directions for about 3 days or so for repairs, some folks got stuck in Mesquite, Nevada. <br />
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Well, this morning Mesquite FD reported that Interstate 15 was shut down in both directions at mile marker 110; back road to Bunkerville was also closed; and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/logandalefirerescue?fref=ts">Logandale Volunteer Fire Dept., </a>Clark County FD Station 73, was reporting the same thing and they were expecting the aftermath of the rain to flood through.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="https://twitter.com/vegas_photo" class="twitter-follow-button" data-show-count="false">Follow @vegas_photo</a>
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