MESSAGE FROM FIRE
ADMINISTRATION - 12:19:32 03/23/98-PAGE 1
MARCH 23, 1998
EARLY THIS MORNING, LAFD UNITS RESPONDED TO A TRAGIC
KILLED IN THE CRASH WERE:
APPARATUS OPERATOR MICHAEL D. MCCOMB, FS 90-B
SERIOUSLY INJURED WERE:
PILOT II STEVEN L. ROBINSON, AIR OPERATIONS
NOTIFICATIONS HAVE BEEN MADE TO ALL THE FAMILIES. AT THIS
UNTIL PRELIMINARY INVESTIGATION IS COMPLETED, ALL LAFD
ALL DEPARTMENT FLAGS ARE TO BE FLOWN AT HALF STAFF UNTIL
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STEVEN ROBINSON, PILOT II, AND DENNIS SILGEN, FIREFIGHTER/PARAMEDIC, WERE ADMITTED TO COUNTY USC HOSPITAL EARLY TODAY. BOTH MEMBERS ARE BEING TREATED FOR INJURIES RESULTING FROM A HELICOPTER CRASH.
PILOT ROBINSONS INJURIES INCLUDE DAMAGE AROUND THE EYE AREA, SINUS FRACTURE, MINOR SKULL FRACTURE, FACIAL BRUISING, FRACTURED LEFT FEMUR, AND FRACTURED RIGHT HAND.
FIREFIGHTER/PARAMEDIC SILGENS INJURIES INCLUDE A DEEP CUT ABOVE THE LEFT EYE, AND A SERIOUSLY INJURED LEFT ANKLE.
BOTH MEMBERS ARE LISTED IN SERIOUS CONDITION, NO CALLS OR VISITORS ARE ALLOWED AT THIS TIME.
SIGNED: COMMANDER, OPERATIONS
1 2 3 4
4 Killed as Fire Department Copter
Mike McComb, husband, father, grandfather, son,
brother, and friend! Mike McComb; firefighter! Mike was
all of these--and much more. Mike was a kind and gentle man
dedicated to family and job. Skilled in firefighting as he was
in family matters, Mike leaves a great void in the many lives he
touched along the way to March 23, 1998.
Mike, Mikie, Pug, Grandpug, Mac, Icabod or whatever name you remember Mike McComb by, we will all miss him. I only knew Mikie for six and a half years, but in that time we became great friends. He was the kind of guy that never knew a stranger, and a man I was privileged to call my friend.
Fire station 90 was an assignment Mike hoped to get because of his interest in helicopters. The opportunity finally came for him to primary in, but he let his friend Sam Mundt put in for it because Mike had promised (Captain) Dick Alder he would stay at 2's until Dick retired. When Mike finally made it to 90's he wanted to learn everything about this special place. He loved to fly and his goal was to become Heli-Tac certified. At every opportunity, he worked toward his goal, always striving for perfection, wanting to train every day. He set high standards for himself and became impatient if he thought he hadn't met them. It didn't take long for mike to become a member of the 90's family.
Heli-Tac training is a great memory, but we also enjoyed ski trips, handball, games, volleyball and Greek theater outings. Then there is the everyday routine things that come to mind; having to close his locker to get to mine, or pushing the chair from in front of my locker with him still in it as he read about UFO's, aliens, the stock market, or listening to his claims that Aloe cures all. Then there is that special little Indian healing stone he carried in his pocket that helped relieve stress, give inner peace and balance.
Like clockwork every morning, Mike came into the kitchen to make his favorite and only breakfast of toast, peanut butter, banana and honey, wrapped in a paper towel, but fist he offered coffee to anyone with an empty cup. And when Mike cooked dinner you could always count on his "Red Hot" chili verde that made everyone's forehead bead-up with perspiration.
A day didn't go by without Mike spending time on his rig. He was always the last driver putting that final little touch on his rig long after everyone else had stopped. No matter how much polishing he did, on the day of inspection he was always worried the Chief would find a drop of grease where it shouldn't be.
Mike loved his family first, his job second, and was developing another passion for soaring. Mike, we all know where you are now, soaring with a permanent pair of wings. Watching over the loved ones that meant the world to you.
by Glen Prine
Eric Reiner chose to take the high road in
life. As a United Stated Army Ranger he defended his
country. As a Los Angeles City Paramedic he chose to save
lies, in spite of the danger. Most importantly, as a devoted
husband and father, he dedicated his heart, mind an soul to loving
MICHAEL A. BUTLER
As a child Michael A. Butler knew he wanted to help
people. At the age of 21 he realized his dream of becoming a
paramedic with the LAFD.
Michael Andrew Butler was not only a
Firefighter Paramedic, he was a devoted family man, caring friend
and loving husband.
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