We were working in Robert's Dale Alabama on a two thousand foot television tower. Doug was the leader of this motley bunch of misfits; he was always wearing old sweat pants and looked like he were some kind of homeless person; Doug shaves his head and is very outspoken. He comes from Florida and gives off this confident aura; he has seen and done a lot of impossible things with heavy steel very high in the air. This leads us to my story.
             My first thought was, man this is going to hurt. Then almost without hesitation you get this sinking feeling in your stomach. I called to Doug via my two-way radio and told him that we would need to get an ambulance out here as soon as possible there had been a terrible accident. More about this later now let me tell you about the rest of the crew.
             It was my first winter working with Doug's crew; they were an experienced crew that ended up being one man short of a full crew, so it was decided by the powers that be that I go down to join them. I was excited to be going; I had been working as a site supervisor in Des Moines, Iowa and that job was nearing the end for another year.
             Doug's crew consisted of Chuck, a quiet black military man who had been working with Doug long enough to attain his unique manner of dress. Then there was Ray he was from Florida also. If you've never met anyone from Florida, it will be hard for you to understand; people from Florida are different than those of us from the upper Midwest. They have a certain air about them that is hard to describe; cocky might be a way of saying it. Finally there was Nate, he had only been around towers for a couple of years and had the two-year I know it all syndrome; all and all he was a good kid the kind of person you might let your daughter date. So that rounds out the crew you've got Chuck to be the top push, or in other words Doug's lead person. You have two guys (myself and Ray) that have about 20 ye...