As I drove into the parking lot, I watched as students, new Airmen, tromped through an intersection that had become flooded by melting snow and ice. I watched as they tried to keep their feet dry, with little or no luck. I decided to remove some of the ice/snow build up so the water would run freely-thus not be as deep for walking through. I took a push broom and headed for the intersection. After sweeping and pushing ice / snow and water for about 10-15 minutes the water was flowing enough to be tolerably for walking through. I then proceeded back into my office building. I was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt and polyester pants under my insulated waistcoat. My shoes were regular street dress shoes. As I stepped onto the curb next to the doorway to my office area, my left foot slipped.

Having already stepped onto the curb with my right foot, I shifted my weight to my right foot. This action caused me to lose balance and I fell. Enough weight was on my right foot to cause it to become displaced in the twisting and turning of my fall from the curb. I made an effort to styand up, but to no avail. I then looked at my right foot. My leg was flat on the ground and the right side of my right foot was also laying on the ground. My foot was dislocated and standing would not be possible without help.

Two Army trainees were nearby and heard me cry out in pain from trying to stand. I called them over and directed them to my office area on the third floor to notify my supervisor that I had fallen and broken my leg. As they went to do this, three civilian contractors came over and administered first aid. They covered me with their jackets and propped up my unbroken leg. As I lay there looking into the gray Texas sky, one thought was going over in my mind again and again. "To God be the glory for the things he has done."

After a very short time, an ambulance came and picked me up and took me to the base hospital emergency room. Over and over I was asked if I felt any pain. I told them repeatedly I was in no pain. I asked for a newspaper and sat up and read the paper while I waited for Vanessa and her brother to arrive. The doctors and nurses came by and kept looking at my ankle again and again, like I was on dispklay at a museum. Each one asked if I was in pain. I told them each no, but I'd like a cup of coffee to go with my newspaper. The doctor said no, they were afraid of complications and were waiting for X-rays to be taken to evaluate my leg. Vanessa and Forrest arrived and soon we were off to the X-ray section.