MY EXPERIENCE WITH THE AFTERMATH OF HURRICANE IKE

 By Trey Rusk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Trey Rusk on guard against looters in Galveston following Hurricane Ike

I'm relating my experience following Hurricane Ike in reference to the AN OPERATIONAL POWER GRID IS CRITICAL TO ISRAEL on this blog.

 

After Hurricane Ike hit in 2008, Galveston County was devastated.  Hundreds of homes were washed away.  Dead livestock was everywhere and Boats, houses and debris covered the freeway from La Marque South. Bull dozers cleared the roads.  It was all hands on deck and I saw Energy Companies swarm in and set up a fully functioning Man Camp in 48 hours at the Dog Track.  All First Responders and Linemen could eat and sleep there.  At least 18 hour days were worked by all.  

 

People on Galveston Island lived for weeks without power.  Regular folks went to work clearing streets and helping each other.  Beer Company trucks brought in food, water and ice.  There was one fella with Center Point Energy running the entire show.  When he spoke, you listened.  

 

I worked it. It wasn't my first Rodeo.  Regular cops, retired cops and academy cadets were pulled in. Former military that were recently discharged also worked it.  The D.A. approved them all to work with full LE powers.  

 

I saw things I couldn't believe.  People did amazing things for other people. There was no "We Can't Do It" heard from anyone. I don't have much use for Nay Sayers.  Power was up and running in record time.  It took a year to truly get back to normal, but it did. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This old house withstood Hurricane Ike and provided shelter for approximately 10 people.

 

(Something funny) I was stationed near a power station on the island.  During the storm gulf waters had been 7 feet deep at my location.  There was an old two story house across the street probably 100 years old that had survived the storm.  Probably 10 black folks had rode out the storm there.  They were living in it upstairs and cooking on a barrel that they had stolen from our lot before we arrived.  They tried to catch a dog but I got it and put it in our fence. It looked like they wanted to cook and eat the dog. I fed the dog but it never liked me. After living through the storm I figured it had PTSD.  

The supply truck came on day 2 and I got extra sandwiches and water for the folks across the street.  One woman walked up to the fence and tried to sell some pussy.  She wanted some cigarettes but I had quit smoking.