THE FIRE

Many people have asked me what really happened on the day of the fire.
Since that day I have not really talked about it in great detail.
Because of the SAMA web site I now have the opportunity to tell how it really was and hopefully put it to rest.

Sunday 28th February 1993
I awoke on a very cold morning at around 4:00am from hearing loud screams and shouting.
At that time in the morning especially in February when its usually dark I was surprised to find the whole of my bedroom lit up as if it was daylight. I thought the outside security light at the back of my house was on and that the shouting and screaming was someone having a fight outside.
It was only when I looked out of my window that to my amazement a house opposite was fully ablaze. There were several people outside in the garden trying unsuccessfully to break a top floor window by throwing bits of concrete slabs and bricks at it, one person was also using a long scaffold pole in trying to break it.
I realised then that children were trapped in the room
A man was screaming at the top of his voice
"help me, someone please help, save my kids".
From his frantic screams I knew that children must somehow be trapped in the house. However at the time I did not know it was his wife and his three young children, the youngest being an 18 month old baby boy, all who were trapped in their top floor bedroom.
It was lucky I had a long metal ladder
I knew I had a long builders metal ladder in my back garden, so I got dressed superman style and rushed round to the back of my house and picked up the ladder. I then sprinted about 150 yards down a side lane and three houses along finally having to jump over a garden fence with the ladder to reach the fire.
On reaching the fire
As I got to the house I was a bit shocked to find a huge fireball of flames was engulfing the whole lower back area of the house and who I presumed to be the father was running around in panic. At that stage the fire was starting to get out of control and because of the intense heat, flames and black smoke it was virtually now making it impossible for anyone to get close to the house. At this stage the father and his neighbours all seemed to be in a complete state of shock and seemed completely helpless of really not knowing what to do next.
I extended the ladder to its full height.
When I arrived at the fire some people out of sheer panic wildly grabbed at the ladder, but in their panic state of mind in trying to extend the ladder all that they were doing was making a complete mess of things and as we are told seconds mean everything in a fire I felt someone should take some sort of control of the situation. So shouting at the top of my voice I told all of them to leave the ladder alone.
I extended the ladder and somehow summoned enough strength to lift it upright pitching it directly over the fire on to the window ledge. Climbing as fast as I could up though the flames I went straight into such intense heat which I have never experienced in my life.
On reaching the top of the ladder I encountered thick black hot acrid smoke and found it impossible to see and also very hard to breath.
Honestly I would like to state that finding the strength to stay up that ladder in such dire circumstances was hard for me.
Because of the unevenness of the ground the ladder lent over slightly to one side. So there I was, at the top of this wonky ladder, perched perilously above a raging fire below, burning up and choking to death.
Is it not strange how things seem to happen in life, one minute your tucked up cozy in your warm bed, the next minute your risking your life in a desperate and very dangerous situation.
The ladder was so wonky that later on when the fire service did arrive one of the firemen fell of the ladder and broke his arm, so how I managed to stay on that ladder in such conditions I have no idea.
I shattered the window
In sheer desperation on hearing the children screaming I shattered the window with a single punch, then I pushed down the jaggered glass that was left around the window to widen the gap in helping the family to escape and therefore to stop them from cutting themselves on the glass. In doing this I deeply cut my own fingers, nearly slicing one little finger clean off.
Through the pitch black smoke
It seemed like ages standing on top of that ladder, then through the dense smoke somehow I sensed a small shape flying directly towards me, it was the 18 month old baby boy.
I was told later the mother in sheer panic and desperation once she heard the smashing of the window and felt the rush of fresh air from the opening in the window she saw chance of escape and made a split decision there and then to throw the baby out of the window in the hope that at least her youngest child's life would somehow be saved.
Somehow I managed to catch hold of that little baby, and to this day I am not sure how I did this especially in such awful circumstances and especially in such dense thick smoke especially without holding on to that wonky ladder. However
I do know that lady luck was on both our sides that day, for falling off the ladder would of meant both of us or even the child dropping 30ft into the fire that was fiercely raging below us.
Gripping the baby tight to my chest at the same time trying to protect him from the heat and flames with my jacket I started to climb down but now having to jump the last 8ft as the flames were now engulfing that far up the ladder.
On reaching the ground I handed the little boy over to a frantic but very thankful father,
I then collapsed totally exhausted from my ordeal for the physical pain of the tremendous heat I had to endure and the inhaled black smoke surely took it's toll on me. After going through all that I then collapsed and landed on a very large rusty nail that was sticking out of a piece of wood on the ground which pierced my lower back. Just my luck..
I was told by the county fire officer
Afterwards I was told by the county fire officer that because of my actions of i.e.; rushing to the fire with my ladder and then having the courage to risk my life by climbing up through the flames to endure such heat and smoke, having the physical power to break the toughened double glazed window with nothing but my bare hands which was dangerous in itself as it might of severed one of my veins, not only did I save the baby but I also saved the lives of the mother and the other two children as I made it possible for a quick escape as I was told afterwards it was only minutes after they all got out that the whole floor of their bedroom collapsed into the fire below. The fire officer stated afterwards that mere minutes wasted in such situations is life or death.
It's hard for anyone to imagine unless they actually experience such a thing
Again I would like to express that while I was perched on top of the ladder the heat and smoke in such a fire was incredibly intense and is something hard to imagine unless you experience it.
It really felt that my whole body was burning up and that I would simply burst into flames at any minute. The pain from the heat was so excruciating I must stress that I had to constantly fight extremely hard every second of the way to block it out and at one stage I thought I could not carry on. It was so hot the soles of my training shoes melted and my track bottoms were left in cindered shreds.
As well as my hands being badly cut
My face as you can see from the picture was cut and burnt and this was just from the searing heat and the hot bits of glass from the window that shattered and splintered into my face when I punched it. Afterwards my hair and eyebrows were singed and my hands were also burnt from holding on to the metal ladder which had became hot during my time on it.
No escape
Because the window had no large opening to escape from, the mother I was told had tried in sheer desperation to break the window from inside with a brass lamp, unfortunately like her husband and others before she was unsuccessfully. As well as being a small window which did not help it was also made from old type strong toughened double glazed glass.
As the mother and her children lay trapped with the thick black smoke pouring into the room all around them it was when she felt the floorboards getting hot and then when flames started to lick up through the floorboards she finally realised the hopelessness of their situation. Gathering up her three children they all huddled together under a duvet.
The mother stated afterwards in the papers that she blacked out many times during this period and quoted in the Sunday Mail "YES" magazine (see photo) that at that stage
"We'd given up hope of being rescued. I gave the boys a last hug and got ready to die"
The Chief Fire Officer of Sussex stated
"It was one of the worst house fires he had seen for 30 years in sussex". The receptionist at the fire station was so overwhelmed with so many frantic callers of children screaming and them being trapped that she got so stressed she had to take many weeks of work and have counseling.
The cause of the fire
Every single thing in the house was burnt to ashes. The cause of the fire was believed to be a scented plug that overheated when a chair was pushed up against it.
The reason the father was outside
The father awoke after hearing noises downstairs. Thinking it was burglars he crept downstairs then when he opened the kitchen door he was blown of his feet by a huge ball of flames that exploded engulfing the stairs to the upper floor making it virtually impossible for him to go back up and he had no choice but to crawl outside.
Unfortunately the house had no smoke alarms.
After the rescue
After the rescue I went home totally covered in black soot, got washed and although looking like a red as a lobster I bandaged my hands put antiseptic cream on my face, it may sound crazy but I then went back to bed.
I could not sleep due to the intense feeling of my whole body burning up along with the pain from the many burns and cuts. As you can tell I am a bit stubborn, like many martial artists who have trained hard in the past I usually expect things to eventually heal in time. However I was a little bit worried about one thing and that was catching tetanus from that large rusty old nail that went into my lower back. Because of this and because of my wife's nagging persistence I finally relented and persuaded myself to go to hospital.
When I got to the hospital I have to say I got a bit embarrassed as I was greeted by a very happy and a very emotional father.
I was told later
As I left the scene so promptly after the rescue and without speaking to anyone that the police and everyone involved were looking for me as they had no idea who I was.
Still as they say, life goes on
Two hours later and just back from hospital I had to go to a Sunday morning grade. Everyone there was very shocked to see the state I was in as the burns on my face although not pretty themselves was now oozing some fluid. Although I tried to hide my face especially from the children which was an impossible thing to do in a grade many of the poor children naturally were shocked and confused at my appearance for
I surely must of looked like Freddy Krugar in a karate uniform.
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