The Amateur Amateur: Blue Sails in the Sunrise
By Gary Ross Hoffman, KB0H
Zone 1 base, such as it is
Note: Some years ago I took part
in an ARES Simulated Emergency Test. I started writing a column about what took
place, but for some reason, never finished it. I just recently rediscovered
that column and decided to go ahead and complete it. Here it is.
The ARRL recommends that Amateur
Radio Emergency Service (ARES) groups hold a yearly Simulated Emergency Test in
October. Our team, St. Louis Metro ARES, follows this suggestion. That would be
fine, except that our S.E.T.s usually take place outdoors. The weather in
Missouri can be iffy at the best of times, but October... well, you just never
know what will happen.
While the S.E.T. as a whole would
be managed from some nice, cozy indoor location, my job during the exercise was
to set up a base in the parking lot of a hospital. I would direct operations
for "Zone 1", which covered north St. Louis County.
On this particular October morning,
it was cold and breezy. At least I had anticipated that, and had prepared. Or,
so I thought. I'd brought two coats with me, one heavy and one light. I'd
brought a canopy, complete with zip-on sides to keep the
wind-rain-snow-whatever out. My wife, Nancy (N0NJ), helped me to unload my SUV
and set up the canopy. She even provided a box of doughnuts. As she had prior
commitments that day, she wished me luck and took off.
As soon as she left, I realized
that I was going to have problems. The canopy kept trying to blow away.
Yes, it did come with spikes
that I could have pounded into the ground to hold it steady, but hospital
security cruised by quite frequently. While I did have permission to be there,
I didn't want to give our group a bad reputation by making holes in the
hospital's parking lot.
I wound up using my tool bag,
camera case, and whatever else I could find to weigh down the corners of the
canopy, but if a wind gust came through, it became a blue sail, gliding off
toward the sunrise.
As we were trying to simulate an
actual call out, participants weren't told in advance where they would be
going. The exercise director made an announcement on the main frequency and
asked who could respond. As participants checked in, the director asked for
their locations. He then instructed each of them to switch to the frequency of
the specific zone in which they were.
I let the "remote post" operators work from inside their cars. Hypothermia wasn't part of the plan.
Every emergency communications
manual that I've ever read (or written myself) says that you need two operators
at each station. During the initial phase of the exercise, though, I was one operator
manning two stations. I had to monitor the main S.E.T. channel, and also guide
participants to the Zone 1 staging area, my canopy, on the Zone 1 channel.
For reasons that have eluded us, we
tend to get very low participation in north county. Mid county (Zone 2) and
south county (Zone 3) have much higher participation rates. Nevertheless, we do
get some response in Zone 1, so I took calls and gave folks directions
to my location.
Two people never made it. I later
heard that one of them wound up in an adjacent county. I have no idea what
happened to the other one.
Three people succeeded in finding
me. That would have been just enough to man two of the "Zone 1 Base" stations,
according to the manual, so I had to ignore the manual and improvise. I dispatched
two of the participants to other parts of the parking lot ("Post 1" and "Post
2"), and kept the most inexperienced operator with me. Although the other two
had brought some field equipment, including tables and chairs, I let them
operate from inside their vehicles, where they could stay warm. Hypothermia was
not part of the exercise plan.
As for me, I was rushing around so
much that I never could decide which coat to wear. All I knew for sure was that
I alternated between shivering and sweating, and that my shirttails were
perpetually hanging out.
Zone 1 HQ: A table, two chairs, several radios, and a box of doughnuts
Now I was trying to keep track of three
frequencies, direct incoming and outgoing traffic, distribute traffic to my
satellite "posts", and teach the poor newbie who was sitting next to me.
Everything had gone off the rails early in the game, so I figured my job was to
at least try to keep the train headed in the right direction. I know I made a
lot of mistakes, but that's the point of participating in exercises. Discover
your weak points and then work to improve them.
It was a very busy morning. Besides
all of the official activity, we spent a lot of time chasing down brochures
that had blown away, and frequently, retrieving the canopy itself. It later
occurred to me that had I brought a wind-powered generator, I could've powered
all of my radios. (And, just as importantly, used the generator to anchor one
corner of the canopy.)
Hospital security stopped and
chatted a few times, but, in violation of all stereotypes, steadfastly refused
to partake of the doughnuts.
Two women from a nearby subdivision
wandered over to see what was happening. They had heard that there was some
sort of shoe sale going on and wondered if that's what we were doing. (There was
a shoe sale going on, but it was in the hospital lobby. Really strange things
take place in hospitals these days.)
It was disappointing, though given
the weather, not surprising, that the security cops and shoe-seeking women were
our only visitors. Neither group took any of our brochures.
I must say that I was quite
impressed with my little group. None of them were overly familiar with formal
message handling, but they did quite well just the same. I'll take a tiny bit
of credit myself for handing out "participant guides" containing a maps, forms,
explanations, and so forth. At least that part of my preparations went
according to plan.
The evening before the exercise, I
had carefully packed my SUV. I'd loaded everything in the order that I wanted
to retrieve it.
Packing up after the
exercise, though, everything went into my vehicle helter-skelter.
I think the box of doughnuts wound up at the bottom of the pile.
Each of the participants later said
that it had been quite an experience and that they had learned a lot.
That was a good moment for me.
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