I was involved in a Boston nightclub fire back around 2000.
Small fire in the ceiling but the place was filled with thick noxious smoke.
I stupidity made an attempt to go back in the back door to rescue my brand new jacket and sweatshirt that I had stashed behind the jukebox just inside and around the corner.
BIG mistake...
Even holding my breath it was like literally walking into a brick wall.
I instantly gave up on that brilliant idea.
Happened to be driving by the place the next morning and saw the front door open so i walked in, place was destroyed by smoke damage but saw little actual fire damage.
saw a pair of legs hanging out from up in the drop ceiling checking out the damage so i walked to the jukebox and my stuff was gone...Argh.
Anyways i learned a big lesson that night regarding SMOKE.
What Ambassador Stevens must of went through that night must of been pure Hell.
RIP
May clinton and hussein pay for their sins...
I don’t know how he survived for four hours even if he covered himself with clothes, bedding and whatever else and breathed through a wet towel.
I filled the kitchen with the smoke from a pan of burning veg. oil. Nothing like the fumes of a burning building but fairly thick. Took one or two breaths of it to go in and shut the stove off and open windows. I was short of breath for hours and had a raging headache. Smoke inhalation is no joke. It’s horrible.