Below I write about my personal experience with the FA 18 Hornet military jet that crashed in University City, San Diego, CA (California).
NOTE: This is only a preliminary rough DRAFT. I will be editing, correcting and adding more. Especially in response to your comments.
Who is that crazy person in the photo?
I write this to tell you my experiences, realizations and maybe pass on some lessons I learned during this tragedy that will help you or someone you know in the future.
NOTE: I am no expert and not giving professional advice – just sharing my thoughts and experiences.
First – BRAVO to the professionals!!! It seemed that the fire, police, military, hazard chemical, media, utilities… and yes even the politicians! all did an excellent job of arriving early, controlling the fire and maintaining safety, securing the area, informing the public and so on.
My on the Scene Experience:
I live less than three block from the crash site of the FA 18 Hornet military jet that crashed into the residential area University City, a northern town in San Diego, CA (California). It is the town just west of the Marine Corps Air Station Miramar (‘Top Gun’ base). At about 11:59 am on Monday December 8th I heard two large booms. My wife happened to be walking through the living room so I immediately told her look outside to see what happened. Noting nothing out the window we heard another loud boom and felt the ground slightly shake, so we ran outside looked around and noticed a tall black chimney of smoke rising about 20-30 stories into the sky just due north-west of our house. I told her to get ready we’re taking the car to go see ho we could help – we normally ride electric scooters for environmental reasons but I knew we could get there quicker to help by car. Within a minute we were heading toward the smoke. We parked on Huggins Street about a block from the fire and got out and started running toward the fire. We noticed about 10-15 people standing around on the side walks. When we arrived I could see through the heavy black smoke a small car in the middle of the road completely engulphed in flames. I immediately thought a car had exploded, but then I noticed all kinds of large chunks of metal throw about and on fire. As I looked around to see what needed to be done to help a large black pick-up truck started to back-up out of a driveway on he north side of Huggins Street. As it backed out I heard loud metal grinding sounds and noticed large twisted pieced of metal he was driving over and some that got stuck under his axle. He made it ill he was parallel to the street but could go no further from the metal that jammed under his rear wheel axle.

Looking west down Huggins Street, University City
At this point his truck was in eminent danger at about 10 – 20 feet from numerous flaming object. I yelled to move forward a little while I moved out of the way a large chuck of metal that was formerly under his axle and then motioned for him to try to back up again. All he could get his rear drive (my assumption) truck to do was spin it’s tires I yelled to several men standing around to come and help and one ran forward as I jumped on his right rear bumper, and as he tried to back up again I proceeded to jump up and down, all the time hoping other would follow to at least get one wheel some traction. When I saw that it was only me I jumped out and yelled for the driver to abandon his truck.
Then I noticed someone was pulling out a garden hose so I helped to make it longer and get the kinks out since he was having no water flow. I can back out from the front patio and noticed the hose was abandoned at the end of the driveway so I grabbed it and brought to back to the west side of the front of the house. Just before I jumped on the cement wall and started hosing down the house the owner came out of her house and asked, “what are you doing” I said “hosing down your house so it wouldn’t burn.” Within seconds she was on her way to safety – away from her house and the fire. I hope she and her house are doing well.
The original photo says it was my house, but no it wasn’t my house on Huggins Street

Me - Hosing down a neighbors house
but after the police and fire kicked out everyone somehow they never said anything to me so I stayed – It may have been my big red jacket that fooled them. The photo shows me in a moment when I was focusing on making sure the gutter debris was wet (where many fires can start due to a collection of leaves) in a moment when the embers where not flying down on me like rain. The plane crash and burning houses were on the other side (west) of the white house in the above image. At that time I had was unaware that a jet had that crashed. I never would have gotten that close or even stayed especially once the public service people showed up.
It was difficult to breath most of the time so luckily I can hold my breath for long times until the wind would shift. At times the smoke was so bad I would jump down and huddle on the west side of the house and spray a mist of air in front of my mouth – partial affective.
At about 12:25 pm I knew my job was done when I started to get sprayed by the foam from the fire department truck on the west side of the fire. I’m guessing they were purposefully over shooting the east side of the fire to protect the surrounding houses from the fire.
This photo shows the street side of the house I stayed to protect.

Street in front of the house I was spraying with water
The large chunk of metal on the left side of the above photo is what I pulled away from behind the black truck when I was helping the truck owner to back out his truck. It was stuck under his truck so I had him pull forward in hopes that the metal debris that got caught under his rear axle would dislodge, so I could clear it out of the way. You can see the remaining debris still stuck under his axle, which made him unable to drive away.
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LESSON 1 – Two things about people to be aware of in a crisis situation.
After having 30+ plus very diverse “jobs” (most were part time while I had a full time job) in your life you begin to understand people and what it takes to get things done in crisis situations. A few people are unselfish and access quickly and immediately take action, and yet a higher percentage of people are use to being 1) selfish (often times can be a good human trait) and 2) not taking initiative (waiting to be told what to do), so what I have found useful is to be prepared to: inspire, instruct and then lead (probably in this order). Yes of course there are the heroes, action takers, courageous people, professionally trained service personal and yet there are also to often more public bystanders, watchers, curious… They are usually just scared and inexperienced and often just need the right – inspiration, instructions and leadership.
LESSON 2 - What it might be like to live in a war zone.
I got a very small taste of what it might be like for people living in a war zone’ where innocent people/bystanders are killed from accidents and purposeful acts of aggression and violence. Face-to-face with the reality of living in an active military town, filled with both weapons of mass destruction and people trained to fight and kill other humans whenever the political leadership deems it necessary for real and honest imminent or potential threats, or the all to often trumped up political, financial, ego, insecurity… reasons. Not questioning authority is a double edged sword, able on the one side to swiftly act in focused united service for a greater cause when needed, yet the other more dangerous side is that it has been trained to not question until it is often to late, and any questioning during is taking orders from high-up is deemed un-Patriotic and un-American.
LESSON 3 – Beware of toxins. Not all that burns is harmless wood.
As I later learned there were dangerous chemical burning and thus the reason my lungs are a bit sensitive today. For all I know I breathed in numerous toxic chemical, yet at the time I just thought something exploded in a house and a house was on fire.
LESSON 4 – When, where and how to breath.
The wind was headed east most of the time but would often change so I would do my breathing in phases. Breathing as much as I could (through my nose) when the smoke was gone or not so bad and holding for as long as I could. I would also pull the front of my shirt collar over my nose and breath the filtered air under my shirt. At one point it was so bad I got down from the wall and went to the fenced in side of the house were I got low to the ground and would switch the hose head nozzle to mist, placed the mist in front of my mouth and would breath the moistened/misted air. I figured if it was not filtering the smoke it would at the very least add lots of moisture to my lungs to help my lungs do clean up quicker.
LESSON 5 – Make few or zero assumptions until you have all or a majority of the facts.
Many people I have talked to have their guesses as to what happened in the airplane, instead of waiting to hear from the actual pilot. The pilot could have, should have, might have… All guesses! Please hold your opinions, judgments, assumptions, prejudices till you get all the facts.
My heart goes out to the father/husband/son of those that were killed in the crash and those that knew the family – news story. As well my heart goes out to the pilot, who was able to ejected safely, and those that know and are close to him.
Although it is a tragedy, I find it amazing that only two houses were destroyed. I prefer not to guess, yet I will make an exception – My guess is the we will hear much in the following days how the pilot was instrumental in doing what he could to avoid a tragedy and at leas lessen the damage from his plane malfunctioning.
May we learn and grow from this tragedy.