What does it feel like to be trapped inside a collapsed building? Neil Hudson volunteers to find out
It’s funny how your brain prioritises pain - for the last hour and a half I’d been trying - in vain - not to think about the growing discomfort somewhere near my left knee, which was my own silly fault because I’d been told beforehand to remove all objects from my clothing and had nonchalantly ignored, what was in retrospect, sage advice and left my sunglasses in one of the pannier pockets. Which was all fine and dandy until a paramedic called Darren lashed a metal rod to my leg and pulled hard on the tightening straps.
All of a sudden the seemingly innocuous sunglasses bit sharply into the back of my knee and because of the confined space, there was very little I could do about it.
So there I was, lying motionless in a pitch black tunnel less than two feet square with Darren the paramedic checking my breathing and circulation and telling me out loud the various other things he was doing to me.
Once my leg was “tractioned”, Darren announced he’d given me “1gm of IV paracetamol” and, because I had no pulse in my left leg, “250 bolus of fluid”, followed by “5ml of titrated morphine”, adding he was saving the ketamine for extraction. It was like listening to an episode of ER. Except there was no carefully coiffured doctors in a spacious, well equipped operating theatre, just three sweaty blokes in a tunnel the width of your average coffin.
Darren, of course, wasn’t giving all this information for my benefit. Rather, he was talking to Graham Butterworth, an instructor with West Yorkshire Ambulance Service, who was lying just out of sight below my feet, a little further down the tunnel.
For all intents and purposes I was a real patient stuck in what the emergency services refer to as ‘the pancake’, essentially a partially collapsed building which has resulted in the creation of numerous voids and hazardous spaces.
It was a joint emergency service training search and rescue exercise involving West Yorkshire Fire and Rescue Service and Yorkshire Ambulance Service (YAS) and I’d volunteered to be a patient.
The fire service had USAR - the Urban Search and Rescue team, while the ambulance crews had HART, the Hazardous Area Response Team. We were at the YAS training centre in Beeston, a warehouse inside part of which was a mock-up wooden house, next to which was a metal structure meant to simulate a collapsed crane. What I did not expect, however, is how real the whole thing actually felt.
Rewind a couple of hours and myself and Graham, HART training and support manager at YAS, who explained: “These types of exercise are very important as they allow for essential joint working between services, so we are ready for real-life emergencies.
“The role of paramedics has changed massively in recent years, so we now have specialists entering buildings alongside firefighters and able to begin working on patients at the scene - in some cases they can even carry out surgical procedures.”
The 39-year-old was my guide as we made our way into the house toward the ‘the pancake’. It meant crawling on hands and knees and eventually just sliding forward on your stomach.
I was told to bang on the wall and yell for help and I could hear others doing this in other parts of the building, some with more gusto than others.
About an hour after crawling into the pancake I began to get the sense that emergency crews were getting closer. Someone up on the roof asked my name and if I was okay and what kind of injuries I had.
Graham informed me I had a broken leg, hip pain and shallow breathing and I relayed the information up. It was still another half hour before anyone managed to locate us. Graham explained: “We make it difficult because in real life, you don’t know what to expect.”
The makeshift building has multiple points of entry but for the purposes of the exercise, crews were told the only access was a small cellar window, which they found fitted with steel bars and an iron plate. Back in the tunnel, I was inched awkwardly onto a stretcher. It took two of them to pull and push the stretcher up the passage and somehow - I still have no idea exactly how - they managed to get me around a 45 degree bend, before I was manhandled up onto the roof, only to have another agonising wait while the various service personnel discussed how best to get me to the ground.
“Feet first or horizontal?” I heard one ask. Inside, I prayed for horizontal. At one point, a kindly face appeared, winked and said: “Don’t worry, these cables are designed to hold the weight of a Land Rover. Relax, just go to sleep.” Sadly, sleeping or relaxing weren’t options.
And then suddenly Graham was there again, asking me if I was still okay to go over the top. “Yeah, fine,” I lied.
“Because you can just say ‘get me out of here for real’ and we’ll stop.” I was sorely tempted. So there I sat and watched, squirming, sweating, as I was heaved over the side and lowered ever so slowly toward the unforgiving concrete floor.
At the bottom, feeling the rush of achievement, I turn to ask Graham how high the building is… 40ft Maybe 50?
“Twenty,” he says flatly. Hmm. It felt higher. On the plus side, though, my brain had suddenly decided the pain in my leg really wasn’t that bad after all.
The Urban Search And Rescue (USAR) was established in 2006/7.
Since 2006 West Yorkshire’s USAR team has been called on around numerous times.
They have a rescue dog called Eddie, a black Labrador, and also host a rescue dog for Tyne and Wear, Spencer, a springer spaniel.
When attending an incident the rescue dogs wear jackets and rubber shoes.
USAR have just been called back to the Cheshire wood mill fire, which they initially attended for nine days