On the day of the earthquake I had been in Northlands mall eating a pin wheel scone. As the building started to move every one headed for the floor. People screamed, water flow from the walls and there was glass on the floors. As we left the mall, there was an ambulance parked by the door, thought take was a quick responce, truth be known, they were getting lunch.
We headed home, check on the family then set off to work.
The next 24 hours were a blur, starting with a flight over the city to assess the levels of damage. We landed the copper on the roof of the Cashel street car park to remove some people. (would recommend it to anyone) as luck would have a crane came to the rescue and saved us a job.
Later in the evening I had taken a crew to work on the Press building in the square. There where four people trapped on the top floor. One we got out quickly, the other two took alot more work. The building continued to rock making the job more trying. By midnight we had recovered the other two, the last one we returned for a couple of days later.
We cleared the building early morning and I returned home to an empty home in total darkness, with no water, power or family. I lay on the bed for an hour as the room continued to move, as the sun came up I headed back to work to be stood down 30 days later. In that time I worked the inner city.
On a lighter note, one of the tasks involved searching the CHCH Cathedral. Spent about a week on that and while removing debris we found a live pigeon. It had been there for a good week and a half, we dust it off and one of the crew named it Barny Rubble. Last seem heading west on wobble wings.
It was a once in a life time experence (well it should have been).
At times like this you see the better side of humanity and worked with people who were willing to push their luck for the sake of others.
Thanks you the people of Christchurch