I was really looking forward to putting these notes into a modcast format, how ever it is taking too much time, and I'm not comprehending the overly
simple soft ware. So here is the short version with out all the verbal extras that were worked out for the audio report.
Considering the trip was some what uneventful, on the way down, there is only one event to report. The first major incident noted while on this
journey occured in Mccomb Mississippi, at the bus stop. The Greyhound driver was out side the bus on passenger side, when he was loading cargo into
one of those out side doors. When a strap some how hung up on the hydrolic risers for the doors, well the door came down very hard on the back of his
head. Mind you I was on the back of the bus at the time, drivers side. Well in a matter of seconds there was a whole commotion of yelling and people
gathering to the front of the bus. What they were yelling was that our driver was hurt and bleeding bad, typical for head wounds.
So I grabbed up my camelback, disconnected my ammo pouch/makeshift- med kit, and made way tot he wounded driver. All the while proclaiming very loudly
"MOVE I HAVE A MED KIT!". Getting to the front of the bus, I could see that two other people were trying to stop the bleeding. Setting the kit on
the bus's dash I opened it and pulled two four X four inch sterile gause pads, for covering the wound. It was decided that those two pads were not
going to be efficent, no matter how much pressure was applied. So clean towels appeared out of no where, and one of the guys who was first up there
asked me to "get your scissors" and to "cut here". Doing so we made two long strips about two inches wide, rather fastly as all I did was snip the
ends of the towels and he ripped them apart. Seeing what he was thinking, I reached again into my med kit and with drew the surgical tape. Telling
them that they need to keep the driver talking, I instructed them to use the towels as bandages while we taped him up, around his forehead and then to
the bandage. The first police cruiser was just showing up after a few more comments from me to "keep constant pressure on the wound", and "keep him
talking". Then before long an ambulance arrived and the two paramedic ladies were on scene. One poked her around the door to check on the driver,
asking a couple questions, I told her what she wanted to know. About 5 min later, we had the driver loaded up on the wagon out, and with nothing more
to do than wait for a new driver and bus. It was then that an odd thought occured to me, I was the only person on the bus who even had a medical kit.
There was no med supplies on the bus, only an outdated fire extinguisher.
Baton Rouge, on foot and alone, I had plenty of time to sneak err wander around getting pictures. Besides it was here that an Army 1st Lt, in Memphis
told me I could find FEMA and the reception area. Turns out he was correct about FEMA, but it wasn't a reception area, it was the Administration area
where all the military "brass" hung out and pushed papers around. This was at least what the Blackwater guard told me, and it was self evident after
a couple of minutes, when the irregular flow of foot traffic became evident, in and out of the gate all brass. Was sort of an odd moment at first,
approaching the security guy at the gate, and realizing he was Blackwater. I have to admit our surprise must have been mutual, imagine a taxi pulling
up to your gate, stepping out are two people. One wearing day desert boonie cover, dog tags and military ID around neck, brown Army T, and black BDU
trousers complete with black polished Army boots not to forget ruck w/ camelback. The other guy, obviously a man in need, probably a bum, both step
out from taxi and approach. The whole introduction went very well, I told the gate guard that the man with me was in need of getting red cross and or
FEMA help. He went to a table behind the gate and gathered papers with info and a map with directions to the redcross field office, that just happened
to be set up that morning, the first one in BR. Watching the guard and listening to him detail to the man that, that was all he could do, we both
watched as he got back into the taxi and it left.
Now it was my turn, the Blackwater guard asked to see my Army ID, "no problem" I told him. After barely glancing at it, he went on to say that this
FEMA area was just for administration and that no reception area was inside. After telling him what was told to me, we both concluded the 1st Lt in
Memphis was just as misinformed as I. It was then we both laughed and mutually agreed nothing else was new. Must have spent a good hour or so, just
BSing with the BW fella, turns out he was a Marine prior to his current job. Could not believe it, he said to me that I should get a job with black
water, I told him I would consider it, and if I could use his name as a reference, sure thing he said. He also mentioned how this was the first time
BW had operated inside the USA for a contract, and that they usually did work in foreign countries, guess he never expected it. Of course he made some
radio calls in the time between, and he did all he could, to get me some assistance. But he did all he could do, and after some on the spot advice,
such as; "See that street, there is a crack house right there, we don't go that way. Instead go this other way, to the stop sign and turn right".
You see, I was about to head out on foot, and alone. I wasn't going to get back to the bus station any other way. No big deal, only a few blocks, so
after we smoked another cig, I headed out and he just stood there probably with a bit of surprise, as the night was getting started.
It didn't take me long to traverse the few blocks back to the greyhound station. After getting back, I dropped my pack busted out my bottle of water
the BW guy gave me, and lit myself a death stick/cigarette. It was then a couple saw me and approached, asking if I was military. Telling them I was
Army, they instantly went off about the BS happening in NO and thought I had some part in it. Must have been about five minutes before the husband
calmed down enough for me to explain I just got here not too long ago and came to volunteer to help the people. If it wasn't an act of god, it was a
miracle, because just in the nic of time I had an excuse to get away from the angry guy in front of me. Lo and behold the Blackwater guards radio
calls payed off, I had a ride to the field office. It was in the form of Army Cpt who waltzed right past me and the arguement. Excuseing myself by
stateing that was my Captain, and he was looking for me to give me a ride. Well I didn't waste any time grabbing my stuff and falling in, in front of
the Cpt. After telling him my name, and handing my ID over, he looked at it then at me, handed it back and said lets go. We went out the station and
around back to the parking lot, to his car and headed out. We didn't talk much, that is until I said how I ended up at FEMA and talking with
Blackwater. That was when he went off like a rocket, way worse than the civilian just moment before. Turns out Cpt was in Baghdad and that Blackwater
Security almost killed him there in Iraq. That "They are dumb f*cks playing soldier!". To say the least, this guy does not care for Blackwater, and
is not impressed they are here. Dispite the uneasy moment, the ride went well and Cpt made sure to drop me off on the corner of my destination, of
course on the opposite side of the block. This was "because the car won't make it back up", turn out were I was going was inside and down stairs of
a multi story parking center. Completely taken over by the military, who are guarding Redcross and supplies.
Down to check point (CP) six, where on the way another homeless person was encountered. Turns out he has had a run in with the "fellow who has a
machine gun". Thanking him for his time, I gave him what was left of my bottle of water, and told him he would need it more than I will. Going down
the elevator to the lowest part of parking, didn't look much like anything. That is until I got around another corner and found check point, who
jumped up and put on his LBE, and just stood there as I approached to exactly 6 feet of him. He didn't asking me anything as I explained what I was
doing here, and how I came about to being where I am. After that he got on the radio to let the rest of the soldiers know I was going to be seeing
them at CP3. He said I could go through below, but that I didn't know where I was going, so I should go back out and around to the other side. It was
then I learned the Cpt had dropped me off on the complete opposite end of the building. Walking around to the "front", passing another cp I finally
made it, I thought. It was when I got to check point 3 that I had a close call with armed Air Force Security Forces. Turns out I needed to be
searched, because I was going into a redcross area. They have walk through metal detectors, and everything. It was after a few questions, they they
decided it would be more trouble searching me than it was to just keep me outside. I had two knives on me, they would have to take them as contraband
if I passed through the detectors. The Sgt in charge plainly said they were "very nice knives", and that I could stash them and come back if I
really wanted. Well after going over the other things I had on me, he noticed my Military ID (old green with holograms) was expired and that it would
have to be turned in. Was no big deal to me, I had planned on getting one of the new white ones complete with chip and all anyways. Telling me what I
already new, he went on to say I could get a new one at what ever post I was a part of. No big deal, until he wanted my cameras. This is where things
got more serious, because those cameras never left the Sgts pockets after the search. Pissed now, because they had taken my cameras I decided it
wasn't worth getting shot over. So I packed up, and went on my way, on foot again alone in Baton Rouge. Only now, with out any F'n photo
intelligence, to return with.
Moving out again, I decided to go out the military blockade, where local and, militay police had blocked the road off. It was just my luck because as
I was going down the street to leave, a humvee with four MPs came rolling down the road heading opposite as I was. Our paths were going to be crossed,
but to my surprise they didn't do more than pull over and park inside the line of other vehicles. Getting off their block, I proceaded to turn right
and follow an open road with light traffic, back towards anything. My luck was with me, for it wasn't even half a block when I saw the BR Police
department sheriff. I headed over to the station as there were two people out side the office, who if I asked politely enough just may get me a ride
back into town. Turns out I was correct, and the Police cpt hooked me up. We talked about all sorts of things; New Orleans people getting sick, and
haveing bad infections. Also how that shooting or as he called them "firearm discharges", were most likely people trying to get recuers attention.
Also that the dome sniper hasn't been figured out yet. Shortly we were back at the greyhound station were he dropped me off, and wished me good luck
along with a thank you for comeing down to help.
It was then I decided it would be best for me to head back up north. Could not continue with out getting this off my chest. After all, I had made all
the right phone calls ahead of time, Red Cross and other groups down there.
It wasn't until actually being down in Louisiana that seeing how unorganized it really all was. The media isn't even close to portraying the truth,
to start they would have to broadcast the corpses...
Going back through Mississippi, on the bus was four Shelby County Sheriffs, from Memphis. They have no other transportation than public. They are
going back to Memphis, to the home department. One mentioned things are messed up there also. One of the stops happened to pick some one up whp had
been through the whole storm. Mr Eddie, this guy stayed down on the Gulf Port, along the coast he joined a storm search. Eddie got on the bus just
past Jackson Ms.
Turns out he did weapon systems targeting on bradley and other defence components. He was what he called himself a "IT guy" for that hardware.
His stop wasn't far, Winona. He has video of the hurricane, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to pass along the ATS web site url. So that he could post
it if he wanted. While talking about the whole Katrina storm, he mentioned his mother in law had bought him a car not far from his stop. Now he has a
chance to drive back down to the coast. Also mentioned the first groups of people who were there after day one, were those form florida.
That is a summed up version, of my trip. If there are any questions what so ever please don't hesitate to ask. I still can't believe everything I
have seen. Then all of you could also, not believe it too. Of course if the news has anything to say about Baton Rouge, or the Gulf Coast for that
matter, times it by ten and then, it is a bit closer to the truth.
This isn't going to be my only trip down, already I am working on heading back south.