Throwback: HUET Edition

I recently took a minor poll among friends and family members who have been following my blog for years. I was interested to hear which of my posts they thought would best represent my writing style for submission to a magazine editor.

It’s been so fun to hear what they consider to be my classics. I’ve decided to start a new category called “Throwback” and will post some of my early vintage work periodically until the new site is up and running.

Let me know what you guys think!


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So there I was. Dreading HUET Class. Also known as: Helicopter Underwater Evacuation Training.

Oh. I’m not joking.

Somehow, I’ve been on a few offshore rigs before and never once been asked if I am certified. Apparently, you can sign a waiver saying that if you helicopter goes down, you won’t hold anyone liable. But those days are over I hear, according to my boss. We had one of our “infamous” chats just last week:

Boss: “Good news and bad news.”
Lincee: “Should I sit down?”

Boss: “You are probably going to Rio to visit a few offshore rigs in Brazil.”
Lincee: “Sweet!”

I start singing “Welcome. Welcome to Rio! The tropical hot spot. Saludos amigos.”…a song that was included on my Disco Mickey Mouse cassette tape that I wore out playing over and over and over again when I was a kid. He didn’t laugh. He just stared at me funny. He does that a lot. I did, however, finish the chorus before preparing myself for the bad news.

Boss: “We will have to take HUET classes. That’s where they dunk you under water and you have to escape out of the helicopter simulator. You okay with that?”
Lincee: “Indubitably.”

He leaves my office and the first thing I do is “YouTube” this HUET business. As I’m searching, I convince myself it’s not going to be that bad. I love to swim. I can hold my breath like a champ. This is going to be a piece of cake.

Then I see the video. Things are looking good. Climbing in the chair. Okay. Buckling in. Sort of creepy, but got it. Crossing arms and signals. Good, good. And then dunk!


Cleansing deep breathes to get my heart rate down. In through the nose. Out the mouth.

My class is in Galveston. By the time I make the hour long trip there, I’m convinced that the test will take place in a dark simulator with five or six guys in scuba gear ready to rescue me when I start flailing about in a panic. I wonder if my steel toe boots are going to sink me to the bottom of the tank that is filled with murky water and if I’ll be able to move in my orange coveralls. What if I can’t hold my breath that long? What if I pass out and they have to do CPR? What if I’m the first one to ever fail HUET? What if I fail and am unable to go to Rio?

The class is small. We are in a room with about 10 other people. I’ve arrived with my boss and Mark, the guy who takes all of our photography and video. We sit near the back and listen to our instructor Jim.

Clearly, Jim has done this for a very long time. This fact is evident from the way he describes “all you need to know” about HUET safety. Basically, you strap yourself in and cross your hands over your chest. For today’s class, there are two exits…one to the right and one to the left. You will be dunked three times. The first time, you exit your window and your partner exits his. The second time, you both go out your window and the third, you both go out your partner’s window.

Jim says that it’s simple really. Just place your hand on the window pane at the bottom with your strong hand and unbuckle with your left and swim out. If you get scared, put your hands on your forehead and you will be pulled out.

And that’s it. The pep talk took all of ten minutes. I look at my boss. He looks back. I dissolve into a fit of giggles.

Next, we watch a 20 minute video about three dudes who work offshore. It appeared to be made in the early 80s. The video simulated a helicopter going down and what do to if you are ever in this situation.

The narrator’s first suggestion was to remain calm and take a deep breath.


He then walks us through Jim’s evaluation descriptions, reminding us to not kick our legs…whatever we do. All three guys make it out safely. Hurray!

Then they walk us through what to do if things don’t go as planned. Such as: what if your window doesn’t pop open? What if there’s a “perished” colleague in your way? What if your seat belt doesn’t unfasten?

All very valid questions in my book.

My favorite part was when they tell you not to take a big breath when you pop up out of the water because there is more than likely going to be a fire or some sort of fuel spill. It’s best to just take a quick breath and go back under and swim away from the debris. Then look for survivors.


Lights come on and Jim asks if there are any questions. We all sit in solemn silence. He claps his hands and says, “Now. Let’s get out there and pass this test!”

We all look at each other baffled. I think we may have been in the classroom for less than an hour. And we are going to the simulator? Already? Don’t I need more instruction? Can I watch that video again, because this time I won’t be distracted by the “perished” colleague’s mullet. Please?

Nope. We get the “fun part” over with at the beginning of class.

Now I’m nervous. I change into my coveralls and head to the car. We arrive at our destination and it’s a swimming pool. With a steel cage. THAT’S IT? No murky water? No dark simulator? Oh look! There’s Jim! He’s rockin’ some sweet back hair. I guess there won’t be five guys in scuba gear ready to save me. It’s just Jim. This isn’t so bad after all!

Our first part of training was jumping off diving boards and swimming in long lines hanging on to each other with our legs. I made sure not to swim by my boss during this portion. My legs were wrapped around a nice marine biologist thank you very much. We practiced huddling in a circle and keeping the middle guy warm. This happened to be our photographer Mark. That wasn’t awkward at all. We then all enter a rescue life raft. I was the last to be hoisted through the opening by two guys. They pulled me in so hard, that my face landed in the middle of everyone’s feet and then I slid ALMOST into the crotch of the marine biologist. Again…not awkward at all.

We exit the pool and go to the cold water immersion suit area. These things are basically big rubber jumpers that are supposed to keep you warm in the North Sea should you have to jump overboard. They make you look like a red Gumby. The trick is to wiggle in them on the ground like you are entering a sleeping bag. Then you stand up, put your arms in and attempt to zip up the front. Clearly, this was a problem for me.


They had us jump off the diving board again and do all the same things in these ginormous suits that we just did with life jackets. Fun times.

Now for the hard part. There are six of us in this portion of the simulator test. We have to pair off. My boss chooses me. And we are stuck going last.

The first pair get in the simulator and dunk three times with flying colors.

The second pair have one little bump…the girl’s helmet fell off because her head is so small.

And now it’s our turn. My boss enters first and I’m behind him. I’ve been feeling pretty confident and it isn’t until I buckle myself (shoulder harness and lap belt) that I begin to think, “Is this really necessary? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m going to “perish” if I go down in a helicopter. And knowing my luck, a shark will probably eat me if I happen to survive impact, getting out of the seat, finding a window, opening a window, swimming to the top and not breathing in toxic air. Maybe I should re-think this job. I could write for a living. Maybe I could call ABC and see if they would give me a job as Chris Harrison’s assistant or something. Heck. I’ll wait tables. Maybe go back to Disney World…”

Jim is yelling at me. “READY?”
Mark the photographer is yelling at me. “SMILE!”


We both say we are ready and he yells, “TAKE A DEEP BREATH!” and we plunge sideways into the water.


All I can remember is that up became down and right became left. And there were lots of bubbles. I feel my window pane, unbuckle quickly, waiting for the eight second tap that it is time to swim out. A little disoriented which way is up, I head for sun and pop out of the water.

I did it!

Back in the simulator for round two. My boss got water up his nose and in his ears. He can’t hear me, or is ignoring me, when I ask, “Which way do you want to go out this time? Me follow you or you follow me?”

Nothing. He doesn’t answer. He’s mentally preparing himself for the quest. I have to punch him into reality. We decide he will follow me on round two.

Jim yells again, “READY?”
We agree.

Dunk number two. I find my pane, unbuckle and feel a push from my side. My boss is forcing me out the window! Being a rule follower, I was waiting for the eight second tap, but in his world, you survive by any means necessary. I head out the window and he proceeds to grab my leg. Not for dear life…but an aggressive grab none the less. I basically pull my leg through the window and he follows, popping up out of the water before me! I then get lectured on how I need to be quicker when evacuating an upside down helicopter simulator in the middle of a pool on the Texas A&M campus in Galveston.

Yeah. Note to self. Got it Bill.

Round three. I am to follow him out his window now. We are old pros by this point and I hang out upside down for a while thinking I need to give him some time to unbuckle and get through the window. I reach over and he is GONE. Dude has left me to “perish” below. I cross hand over hand to escape. It is then that one of my toe thumbs gets wedged somehow between two pieces of metal. No time to waste, I jerk it out with all my might. When I reach the surface, he is dried off, drinking water and talking with Mark the photographer.

Thanks a lot Bill.

Soaking wet, we make our way to the car where our dry clothes are stored. We walk in silence and then Mark says, “That was pretty cool.” We all agree, high five each other and talk about the times we were really nervous but didn’t want to tell the other one. Then we all call everyone we know to say we are alive and bask in the glory of the fact that it’s OVER!

All in a day’s work my friend. Next stop? Rio de Janeiro baby!

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old fan
old fan
July 29, 2010 4:25 pm

You’re ALWAYS funny, Lincee, but like most beaners, I’m partial to your Bach recaps. They’re clever, witty, snarky but not cruel. What type of magazine? If it’s one that covers pop culture, you’re golden. If it’s a little more serious, your mission trip posts offered humor and reverence.

I have a soft spot for the Dr. Pepper and oreo references from way back when……

Leslie from Austin
Leslie from Austin
July 29, 2010 4:37 pm

I remember this one. It was one of your best I think but of course with that kind of material how could it not be!

BIG REMINDER!!!! Season Premiere of PROJECT RUNWAY is tonite on Lifetime!!!!
Can I get a big WHOYAAAAA!!!!!!!

July 29, 2010 5:03 pm

I loved this the first time I read it Lincee and even better the second… one of my all-time faves!

July 29, 2010 5:26 pm

Thanks for the sweet comments. Walking down memory lane is fun! You guys rock.

Can I hire you to write my dissertation?
Can I hire you to write my dissertation?
July 29, 2010 5:56 pm

This was one of the first entries I read on this site…..and it truly is one of your best!

July 29, 2010 8:22 pm

Ah-I remember this classic. I also liked the one you did when you were on a trip to Russia or the Ukrain or something and you talked about all the bizzare food they served you. You are a treasure Miss Lincee!

July 29, 2010 11:33 pm

I need to send the pictures of my sister doing this with the Army. She looks like a little refuge child in her survival gear.

July 29, 2010 11:34 pm

refugee – sorry bls. hope you understood WTF I was talking about. ha ha ha

July 30, 2010 1:36 am

Funny and kept me interested as usual! One small note – before you submit it – change “are clothes” to “our clothes” (last paragraph). Sorry – I’m the grammar police! 🙂

July 30, 2010 8:25 am

Oh, yeah – I remember this one!! HIL-ARIOUS!!!!!!!!!

July 30, 2010 10:09 am

I have not been a beaner long enough to remember this one, so it was a first read for me. I was trying to stifle the laughs in my office, but I just couldn’t do it! My co-workers came in and asked me what was so funny!! Hysterical read, Lincee! 🙂

July 30, 2010 11:08 am

I definitely remember this one. Awesome, Lincee, good luck!

July 30, 2010 1:16 pm

I remember this one! It is one of my all time favorites of yours! Love your blog. Keep it up.

July 30, 2010 1:21 pm

I remember this and think it is hilarious. It will be hard to choose just one of your posts, as you are a terrific writer. I like the “So There I Was” posts, but I absolutely LOVE your Holy Land Travelog. I have always wanted to go to the Holy Land and you made me feel like I was right there with you.

you rock! Good luck with this.

Lori H
Lori H
July 30, 2010 2:14 pm

Laughed as much as I did reading this the first time! Can’t remember – did you go to Rio?

I was thinking as I was watching Project Runway last night (and the Santino/Austin show) – Lincee needs to add this to her blog – so much good “material”!

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