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John Hopkins
It's January 15, 2014, approximately 40 miles off the coast of Virginia. In the ashen skies above the western Atlantic, a US Navy Seahawk helicopter beats the mid winter air. Rotor blades thrumming, the aircraft swoops, banks, then circles, tilting 45 degrees in a wide arcing curve. In the cockpit, the pilot and co pilot stare through the ice flecked window, scouring the freezing expanse for an improbable sign of human life. One hour ago, a fighter jet pilot ejected from his plane and is now believed to be located in the ocean somewhere below this airspace. Every available military aircraft in the area has been scrambled as part of a search and rescue operation to save the missing pilot. But first, they have to find him. The Seahawk dives low until it's practically touching the crest of the waves. It hovers in place as the crew desperately scours the undulating seascape below. A minute goes by, then another. The helicopter pilot flashes a hand signal. He's not here. With a stuttering roar, the tail lifts and the helicopter accelerates forward, up and away. A nervous glance passes between the pilot and co pilot. If they don't find their man soon, there's a good chance the sharks will. Meanwhile, about half a mile north, a large pale shape stirs beneath the waves. Great whites. The cold coastal waters off the US Eastern seaboard are a migration route for the world's largest predatory fish. And there is one particular beast known to roam these depths. A massive 16 foot, three and a half thousand pound shark. The trackers spotted only this morning circling this very area. As the roar of the helicopter grows fainter, the underwater shape spreads and flattens against the face of the rising swell until suddenly it breaches the surface. It's a parachute, a billowy canvas twisting in the waves, tangled paracords extending behind it like tentacles. And strapped to the end of those paracords, his head barely visible amid the churning surf, is missing US Navy fighter pilot Keegan Gill.
Keegan Gill
I can't breathe. I'm being drowned alive, I'm inhaling saltwater. Once you hold your breath for so long, your lungs will start to spasm.
John Hopkins
You're.
Keegan Gill
Your lungs will start to suck water in. And I remember being underwater and sucking that water in, like this terrible feeling of just being drowned. I have vivid memory of the stinging of the water on my skin and really just this overwhelming sense of dread that this is a situation I'm not going to make it.
John Hopkins
Ever wondered what you would do when disaster strikes if your life depended on your next decision? Could you make the right choice? Welcome to real survival stories. These are the astonishing tales of ordinary people thrown into extraordinary situations. People suddenly forced to fight for their lives. In this episode we meet 28 year old fighter pilot Keegan Gill in early 2014. Keegan is at the start of his military career, honing his aviation skills and preparing for his first deployment to a real war zone. And things are about to get very real, just not in the way he expects. On the morning of January 15, a routine flight exercise over the Atlantic takes a disastrous turn. When a maneuver he's executed countless times before, it was horribly wrong.
Keegan Gill
I pulled the throttles to idle, put out the speed brake in a desperate attempt to slow the aircraft, and very quickly the ocean rushing up at me just became completely overwhelming. It was just filling the canopy.
John Hopkins
Trapped in a nosedive towards the ocean, Keegan will have to make a split second decision between a guaranteed quick death and a likely slow one.
Keegan Gill
I just felt this deep sinking sensation in my heart and my, my body just instinctively assumed this body position and pulled the ejection handle.
John Hopkins
I'm John Hopkins from the noiser podcast network. This is real Survival Stor. It's January 15, 2014 in Virginia Beach. An ordinary Wednesday morning at u S. Naval air station oceana. As one jet takes off from the airstrip, another touches down landing gears, striking the Runway with a squeal of rubber and a cloud of tire smoke. In the background beyond the perimeter fence, a drill instructor barks at a squadron of new recruits running laps, their breath fogging the crisp winter air. Meanwhile, in a classroom inside the top gun weapons school, Lieutenant Keegan gill sits behind a computer, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Keegan Gill
It was kind of a standard day in that, in that world, you know, I'm busy doing all these side jobs. I spent the morning over at the top gun weapon school doing mission planning. So sitting at a laptop programming mission cards, which isn't exactly the sexy version of being a fighter pilot most people think it is, but you spend a lot of Time behind a laptop programming computers.
John Hopkins
Though hardly glamorous, Keegan is as committed to this part of the job as any other. Studious and methodical, he has a good head for numbers. It's what helped him finish second in his class at flight school. Admin tasks like these actually enable the conscientious rookie to do what he does. Keep his head down, his mouth shut, and quietly absorb as much information as possible. Even after three and a half years training and over eight months as a fully qualified naval aviator, Tegan still has a lot to learn.
Keegan Gill
Our squadron was preparing to go on what was about to become one of the most active combat deployments in modern warfare with US involvement. So we knew we were going to do some very real stuff. There was a lot of close air support going down in the Middle east at that time, but yeah, it was getting really close and really real and we were starting to do our workup cycle to prepare for that.
John Hopkins
As midday approaches, Keegan glances up at the clock with a slight acceleration of his pulse. He shuts the laptop and jumps to his feet. Time to switch gears.
Keegan Gill
That afternoon I was going to get to go out and fly and practice what's called Air Combat Maneuvering or Basic Fighter Maneuvering bfm, which people probably commonly refer to as dog fighting, which was one of my absolute most favorite skill sets in the jet.
John Hopkins
A short while later, Keegan arrives at the squadron ready room to receive his flight briefing. Half a dozen pilots in khaki overalls sit facing a whiteboard at the front of the room. Keegan nods to a few of his squadron mates before making his way to the duty desk where his friend and fellow rookie Fisty is going through the flight schedule. Notorious in the squadron for his mischievous sense of humor, Fiste grins when he spots Keegan approaching and gestures towards the whiteboard. Keegan looks over. The board features a map of the airspace over the Atlantic where he will soon be flying in the ocean below it. Fiste has taken it upon himself to signpost the whereabouts of several local sharks.
Keegan Gill
Fiste used what's called the Shark Tracker app on his phone to put up all these GPS sharks that had been tagged for research purposes using the Shark Tracker app. And he put them up on the whiteboard depicting the airspace that we were going to utilize that day out over the open Atlantic Ocean. And it just so happened the airspace that I was going to be using underneath there was a 16 foot, 3500 pound great white shark named Mary Lee, which is one of the largest great white sharks that's Ever been tagged?
John Hopkins
Keegan manages a rise smile. This he didn't need. Maneuvering a supersonic jet is hard enough without Mary Lee taking up valuable headspace. While the likelihood of ending up in the shark infested ocean is slim, all aspiring naval aviators must go through water survival training before getting their winks. Alongside this training is the ejector seat simulator, a mechanical chair mounted on a rail designed to replicate as closely as possible the sensation of bailing out of a high speed jet. Ejecting is rare. Most pilots will never experience it, but still, it's crucial to be ready for any and every eventuality.
Keegan Gill
When you're pushing these aircraft to the limits that we do. Mishaps do occur to the point where it's a very real possibility. Even in early flight school. When you're sitting in that room and your first ground school lectures, the instructors will say, hey, look to your left and look to your right. Statistically, at least one of you is gonna have some sort of serious mishap or be killed on this line of duty. And are you sure you wanna be here? Because it's very real danger.
John Hopkins
The prospect of ejecting is remote enough for Keegan to chuckle along with the jokes about great white sharks. But despite his laughter, the stark truth is that today would be a particularly bad day to find himself in the water.
Keegan Gill
You've got below freezing air temperatures, you've got winds that have churned up the ocean, nearly freezing water temperatures, and now there's this great white shark right underneath your airspace. So we were just joking. Hey, this will be a terrible day to eject.
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John Hopkins
Keegan takes a seat as he waits for his commanding Officer to start the briefing. His eyes drift over to another corner of the whiteboard where the names of every new pilot in the squadron have been written. Below each name is a nickname, a call sign bestowed upon the rookies by the older pilots as part of their induction into the regiment.
Keegan Gill
So for US Navy call signs, they're typically these badges of dishonor. You know, something that you've done that's probably the most embarrassing thing that you've ever done, or maybe some embarrassing feature of you, be that your appearance or demeanor, whatever you dislike the most, oftentimes is what gets used for your call sign as fuel. And oftentimes they're pretty raunchy and rude, and the more you hate it, the more likely it's going to stick.
John Hopkins
Keegan can't help noticing that his is the only name without a call sign written underneath it. Perhaps he should be flattered. Quiet and hardworking, he has avoided drawing negative attention to himself. He has a spotless record to be proud of.
Keegan Gill
My squadron mate Basil, who is a pretty well experienced junior officer, was kind of joking with me, too, saying, hey, man, you just haven't done anything dumb enough yet to earn a call sign.
John Hopkins
Ever since he was a child, Keegan had wanted to be a pilot. His love of aviation goes back to when he was just eight years old, watching sky shows performed by the Blue Angels, a US Air Force flight demonstration squad.
Keegan Gill
When you're a little kid in the audience and these. These jets go blasting over you, you know, maybe just a couple hundred feet above you, and you get to feel that, that jet noise reverberate through your soul. It's a very effective recruiting tool for the military. You know, that kind of inspires you as a young kid. And so I think that was always in the back of my head. And although growing up, I never thought I could do that, you know, I always had this block in my mind, for whatever reason, like, you know, I'm not the kind of guy that could do something like that. That's. That's only for superhumans.
John Hopkins
At a young age, Keegan didn't feel very superhuman himself. Shorter and scrawnier than most of his classmates, with a thatch of tufty blond hair, he was an easy target for bullies.
Keegan Gill
I was just a kind of a runty kid, and initially I kind of got beat up and picked on, and then I learned how to fight. And so I kind of came from this place of being an underdog, where I might have been shorter than a lot of other people, but I started Being able to whoop people's asses. And I kind of had this scrappy nature that was formed from that. It was sort of this rage burning within me of like, if you want to pick on me, I'm going to prove you wrong.
John Hopkins
This defiant spirit fostered a rebellious streak at school. He struggled against the constraints of the classroom and frequently found himself in trouble with his teachers. At the age of 11, his parents enrolled him in an aviation program at a local community college, hoping to provide their son with a clearer sense of direction. It paid off right from his very first ride in a small Cessna prop plane.
Keegan Gill
Just being up and disconnected from the world a little bit, you got to feel this absolute sense of freedom that is provided through the world of aviation when you sort of leave the regular bounds of the earth and you just get to see that from up high. And that really just inspired me. Something deep within me was touched by that experience of just the beauty, awe and freedom of the world of aviation.
John Hopkins
After high school, Keegan went on to get his bachelor's degree in aviation. He became a flight instructor, then a corporate pilot. But after years of flying business executives around America in private planes, the young man started to crave a new adventure. The then something came his way.
Keegan Gill
I had a friend who was applying to go to Navy OCS Officer Candidate School. And I sort of asked him some questions, thinking that there's no way I could do that. Like, I've never been in the military. You know, my family wasn't aviators and I didn't really know anything about it. But he filled me in and he showed me, no, as long as you have a four year degree, you can apply to go into Navy ocs. And so I put together a package and before I knew it, I had been selected to go into the Navy.
John Hopkins
It's early afternoon back at Naval Air Station Oceana. Keegan emerges onto the Runway, fully kitted out in his helmet, flight suit, parachute harness and survival vest. The roar of idling turbines thrums through his bones as he approaches the waiting jet.
Keegan Gill
The F18 Super Hornet is sort of the workhorse fighter jet of the US Navy. It's a gray fighter jet with a pointy nose, a bubble canopy. It's got twin afterburning engines that can put out 44,000 pounds of thrust. It can be fitted with a huge array of armament and ordinance sensors and pods. And it's basically designed to be deployed on an aircraft carrier. And you can kind of launch into any scenario and be ready for it.
John Hopkins
The F18 has particular resonance For Keegan, it's the aircraft flown by the Blue Angels, the flight demo squad who first inspired him to become a pilot. He climbs inside the cockpit once he's finished his pre flight checks. He flashes an OK signal at the ground crew before receiving the all clear to taxi his jet into position. He glances over at the pilot in the plane alongside his squadron commander, Diego. He'll be partnering Keegan on today's exercise. Basic Fighter Maneuvering training. BFM involves staging aerial combat scenarios. Keegan and Diego will be sparring in a series of nose to nose dogfights, aiming simulated missiles at each other's aircraft. Keegan doesn't expect to come out on top. Diego has far more experience than him.
Keegan Gill
It was going to be like stepping into the ring with a seasoned black belt fighter pilot, which was my commanding officer who had been doing this for nearly two decades, and me, a guy who is, you know, eight months fresh out of the reg, still figuring out the basics of it, but I knew I was going to get an ass kicking. But that's kind of just how you had to learn.
John Hopkins
It's later. Some 50 miles off the coast, high above the Atlantic, Keegan and Diego are in the thick of their dogfight. The two F18s twist, duck and weave, fighting to gain a positional advantage. The air around them thunders with the combined force of £88,000 of raw thrust. Contrails of white vapor crisscross the stone colored sky. In the cockpit of his jet, Keegan is all focus.
Keegan Gill
Some people say it's like playing four dimensional chess with an elephant perched on your lap. Or like a knife fight in a phone booth. There's a lot going on at very high pace. You're operating the aircraft, you're operating weapon systems, you're operating sensors, defensive systems. You're under a high intensity workout training as your body's experiencing seven and a half GS. So my 200 pound ish body, with all my gear and Everything now weighs 1,600 pounds under this kind of G force. So you're, you're under a lot of physical and mental stress.
John Hopkins
As he maneuvers the aircraft, Keegan watches the digital radar on the inside of his visor. He can see Diego banking sharply, rolling 180 degrees, then swooping back up to get a clear shot of Keegan's tail fin. He pivots left, trying to shake off his pursuer. But it's too late. Diego has outwitted him again. The older pilot's voice growls through the radio to confirm another direct hit. Mach 3 knock it off. The pilots reset one last time, turning to face each other in the air like a pair of medieval jousters. Keegan steels himself for the final round.
Keegan Gill
We had just enough fuel left for one last fight as we kind of exited the airspace and with the kind of the crunch on time and fuel, we ended up setting up lower and quite a bit faster than we typically would.
John Hopkins
The pilots are on what's known as joker fuel, meaning they have just enough to complete the exercise and get back to base. Diego gives the order. Speed. And Angels 3, 2, 1 flights off. Keegan engages the afterburners. The jet speeds forward, gray wingtips flexing as they tear apart the sky. Bracing himself, Keegan keeps one eye on the radar. The distance between the two jets closes quickly. Their flight paths cross. Diego's trajectory takes him upward. Keegan's downward nose low. His jet is now accelerating vertically towards the ocean. 10,000ft. 9,000, 8,000. The speedometer reads 695 miles per hour and ticks steadily upward towards the speed of sound. He needs to pull up to change direction. His skull vibrating inside his helmet, Keegan pulls the control stick into his lap, angling the nose of the jet upwards. The cockpit shudders and groans under the massive G force. The weight of it tugs at Keegan's face, pinning him against his seat. But then.
Keegan Gill
All of a sudden, as I'm pointed straight at the ocean, I just felt that ease up. So it was like going around a sharp corner in a sports car and then having the steering wheel kick back halfway. Only instead of now skidding off the road, I was stuck in a dive at the ocean.
John Hopkins
The G force suddenly drops away as the acceleration slows. This shouldn't be happening. His skin prickling with panic, Keegan yanks the control stick. But the jet won't change direction. The voice warning system blares, Pull up. Pull up. But the aircraft is unresponsive. Keegan looks up from his lap. The the gray textured surface of the Atlantic is rapidly approaching the cockpit window, close enough that he can make out the white crests of the waves. A robotic voice reverberates around his helmet again. Pull up. Pull up. But it's too late. Keegan has two seconds before his jet hits the ocean, when the force of the impact will vaporize this aircraft and anyone left inside it. There's no time to think. 24 chefs, 24 culinary showdowns. For 24 hours straight. Which chef will out cook, outpace, outblast the competition? No chef escapes the clock. All new 24 and 24. Last chef standing Sunday night at eight. See it first on Food Network stream next day on Max.
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John Hopkins
It's early afternoon on January 15, 2014. Approximately 50 miles east of Virginia Beach. As it approaches the speed of sound, a US Navy fighter jet careens nose first into the Atlantic Ocean. The aircraft disintegrates on impact, blotted out of existence in a searing flash of powderized metal at a starburst of fire and shrapnel. Within seconds of the collision, the jet is reduced to nothing more than a slick of fuel shimmering on the surface. Of the few scraps of floating debris, the largest is no bigger than a crumpled car license plate. Meanwhile, in the sky overhead, a parachute opens.
Keegan Gill
A normal ejection is is violent. It'll cause permanent spinal compressions. It'll cause flail injuries of your arms. And that's in an ideal scenario where you're straight and level flight below 180 knots airspeed. I was way outside of that envelope, but I didn't have any other choice. Either I pulled that ejection handle when I did, or two seconds later I was going to plunge into the ocean and be vaporized along with that jet.
John Hopkins
When Keegan pulled the ejection handle, an explosive charge detonated beneath his seat, firing him from the cockpit like a rocket from a launch pad. As the aircraft slammed into the ocean, his body smashed into the sound barrier with a force 100 times stronger than a Category 1 hurricane. A normal ejection at 200 mph can cause devastating life threatening injuries. Spine damage, whiplash, bone fractures. Keegan exited the aircraft traveling at more than three times that velocity. The impact ripped off his helmet and knocked him unconscious.
Keegan Gill
The human body is not terribly aerodynamic at that speed. I was going 695 miles per hour or 604 knots indicated airspeed, which is 0.95 indicated mach so 95% the speed of sound and what we call the transonic region. The force of the air at that speed is so strong and only getting exponentially stronger as you approach the speed of sound that there's no way anything can penetrate that. And so it was that very sound barrier, that. That wall of air that my body smashed into.
John Hopkins
As his parachute opens, Keegan is jerked back. His dislocated limbs flail like a rag doll in a tornado, ripped from their sockets by the savage force of the air.
Keegan Gill
By the time I exited the aircraft, I was at about 1500ft above the ocean, traveling at almost 700 miles per hour. And in that little bit of time and altitude, about a second and a half from impact, that parachute was able to deploy and slow me enough so I didn't die in impact with the water.
John Hopkins
Had he waited even a second longer, scarcely more than the blink of an eye, Keegan would be dead. By ejecting when he did, he's given himself a fighting chance. Chance, however slim. The parachute slows his descent, but he's still falling fast. And when his steel toed boots hit the ocean, he plunges straight down, arrowing through the blackness as a thousand icy hands claw at his skin. Moments later, he resurfaces. Keegan gulps at the air. In his state of semi conscious shock, it's a good thing his survival vest is equipped with automatic sensors. The life preserver around his neck inflated the moment it touched salt water. Now the risers connecting his harness to the parachute should also release automatically upon contact with the sea. But something is wrong. Only one of the risers disconnects.
Keegan Gill
So I remained trapped to this parachute, and with my arms completely destroyed, there was no way I could manually disconnect, and very quickly found myself just being drug underneath the ocean by the parachute.
John Hopkins
Keegan rises and falls with the swell. Then the parachute fills with water and sinks beneath the surface, pulling him down with it.
Keegan Gill
Very fortunately, the life preserver unit around my neck provided enough buoyancy that it would drag me to the surface against the force of that parachute. On occasion, where I could cough up some water and get a fresh breath of air and scream for help.
John Hopkins
No sooner has a sound escaped his lips than he is dragged back down again. This time, the weight of the chute holds him under for longer than he can hold his breath. He inhales, sucking freezing salt water into his lungs, flooding his airways. And just when it seems like drowning is an inevitability, the life preserver brings him back to the surface. Clearly, rescue is Keegan's only hope. But most of the communication gear strapped to his utility vest has been lost in the ejection. Even if he were in full control of his faculties, he wouldn't have the means to radio for help.
Keegan Gill
My beacon had malfunctioned so there was no electronic way to find me. My radio was gone, all my signaling equipment was gone, and I was now in the currents of the ocean, which were very quickly going to change that position.
John Hopkins
Keegan lurches between prolonged blackouts and flashes of sharp, terrifying awareness. During these lucid snapshots, he feels the biting cold of the ocean, the parachute harness pressing violently into his chest. And along with the physical pain comes a crushing sense of hopelessness.
Keegan Gill
It was just an overwhelming sense of dread, but, you know, the overwhelming sense that, what, I'm going to get eaten by a shark at any moment. I can't breathe. I'm being drowned alive. I'm inhaling salt water. Once you hold your breath for so long, your lungs will start to spasm and you get this sort of guppy where you'll automatically, your lungs will start to suck water in. And I remember being underwater and sucking that water in, like this terrible feeling of just being drowned.
John Hopkins
And there's another just as intense fear that the great white Mary Lee could be circling nearby. If there is a shark in the vicinity, it surely won't be long before it comes to investigate. A great white can smell blood from a quarter of a mile away in concentrations as low as 1 part per million, the equivalent of a single droplet in an Olympic sized swimming pool. Far, far less than the quantity pouring from Keegan's compound fractures, turning the water around him a murky red.
Keegan Gill
My legs had been shattered so violently that the bone had ripped through. There was even chunks of the bone, like, coming out and falling out of my lower legs. So there's two open fractures down there that are bleeding pretty well.
John Hopkins
Keegan's entire existence has been reduced to two basic functions. Taking a breath when he can and holding it when he must. And yet, even in these dark moments, his focus and grit remain resolute.
Keegan Gill
I think maybe that same fighting spirit that I had developed as a kid maybe gave me what I needed to hold on in this moment of just absolute terror that, you know, I shouldn't have survived.
John Hopkins
But sheer willpower can only carry him so far. Keegan has been exposed to the extreme cold of the ocean for almost an hour and hypothermia has taken hold. His skin has gone from a bloodless gray to an icy blue. It won't be long before his organs start to fail. Coupled with severe blood loss and the extensive internal damage suffered during the ejection. Time is fast running out. It's an hour later. A US Navy Seahawk helicopter flies low over the Atlantic Ocean. A Short while ago, this aircraft had been heading for a training day off the Virginia coast when the call came in about a missing pilot believed to be adrift somewhere below this airspace. Fortunately, the pilot's ejection was witnessed by his squadron commander, who dropped a GPS pin above the crash site before contacting air traffic control to coordinate the search and rescue. Now, as the helicopter circles, a rescue swimmer waits in the cabin. Finally, the call comes from the cockpit. They've got a visual on their target. Time to move. The aircraft lowers until it's hovering feet above the waves. And there, resurfacing momentarily before dropping back beneath the white caps, is the small dark dot of a human head. The cabin door slides open. The wind rushes in. The rescue swimmer positions himself on the edge, then jumps. Braced against the stinging cold, the swimmer makes his way over to the unconscious pilot. He reaches out and clips him into his harness just as a wave crashes over them and both men are forced down into the darkness. The two bodies tumble in the freezing churn, locked in a tight embrace.
Keegan Gill
The force of that parachute drug both of us underneath the surface. And he had done that in training in a warm lit swimming pool. But to look down to the bottom of a warm lit swimming pool vice looking down to this dark blue abyss entangle a paracord in the open ocean was a very different experience. Fortunately, his training kicked in.
John Hopkins
Dragged deeper by the currents, the rescuer takes a knife and begins cutting through the paracords. One by one, he severs the ropes, disconnecting the pilot from the canopy. Once untethered, the rescuer swims back up to the surface, Keegan's body limp by his side. Above water again, the rescuer signals for the helicopter crew to pull them up. Spinning wildly in mid air, blasted by a torrent of rotor wash, the two men are hoisted up into the cabin of the Seahawk. Then the helicopter lifts, turns and roars off in the direction of land. Lying on the back seat, Keegan oscillates between extreme agitation and total inertia. He's on the brink.
Keegan Gill
I was sitting up and yelling and shouting in shock, completely just out of it. But then I would just go into complete stillness and they would have to resuscitate me. And that just happened over and over and over.
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John Hopkins
It'S two weeks later at a naval hospital in Portsmouth, Virginia. Keegan is in the icu. An assortment of tubes and wires protrude from his motionless body. He's been in a comatose state for the last 14 days. But today, finally, his eyelids flicker.
Keegan Gill
It was just like waking up from a dream, except for some reason, all these people are in your room. And I had monitors all over my body. I had plastic wrap all over my extremities, this sort of vacuum sealed stuff to prevent infection. My arms and legs were covered in hundreds of staples and sutures from all the surgical procedures. And I thought that this thin wool blanket that was over me had been tied down onto the bed because I couldn't move. But it was because I had been paralyzed from the level of trauma my body sustained.
John Hopkins
Gradually, the hospital room comes into focus. The hazy shapes around him sharpen, revealing the concerned faces of doctors huddled around his bedside. Still groggy from the sedatives, Keegan struggles to focus on their words.
Keegan Gill
The medical staff kind of came in and just kind of laid it out and said, hey, you've been in a high speed ejection. You've shattered your arms and legs, your neck, your shoulder, all these other problems. You're likely never going to walk again. We don't think you'll ever use your arms again and your military flying career is over. I could have just basked in this darkness and I could have just believed that prognosis. But there was that fight, that fighter within me. I'm going to prove you wrong and sort of that relit this vigor within me of this little kernel of hope, this little tiny ember that I started to feed.
John Hopkins
Whether or not Keegan can defy the doctor's expectations, one thing is certain. The road to recovery will be a long one indeed. The ejection shattered practically every bone in his body, but he has the motivation.
Keegan Gill
He needs I just thought, what can I do today? How am I going to get back to the jet? And I started to visualize what's it going to be like when I'm back in my flight suit with my wings on my chest and my arms and legs work, and I get to walk back into this hospital room and see these medical professionals say, hey, look at me. Look what happened. You were wrong.
John Hopkins
After several weeks, Keegan is transferred to a rehab center in Richmond, Virginia. There, he begins a grueling regimen of physical therapy, numbing the pain with a cocktail of strong opioids. He slowly starts to show tiny incremental improvements. One day, he can move with a walker. Some function returns to his arms and legs. Then he's allowed to return home to his apartment in Virginia Beach. He continues his program of therapeutic activities, and the months pass slowly, painfully, until eventually an entire year has gone. In the long sprawl of days, Keegan has a lot of time to reflect on the accident. He says he remembers how the jet suddenly became unresponsive, refusing to pull up with the control stick. An official inquiry determines that rather than any catastrophic mistake on Keegan's part, the accident came down to a programming error. Essentially, when he stepped into the jet, the aircraft was still configured according to the previous pilot's settings. When Keegan was flying, the actions he took clashed with these pre set programs, triggering a system override that caused him to lose control of the aircraft. But now every ounce of his focus must be trained on the future. And eventually, over two years after his brush with death, a huge day arrives.
Keegan Gill
I ended up gaining a stack of medical waivers in order to return. And after two years, I was able to max out the Navy's physical fitness test again. I was physically, mentally, emotionally feeling, you know, awesome. And I was very fortunate because I got to return to flying F18 Super Hornets.
John Hopkins
Keegan returns to his regiment, but not as Keegan. During his absence, his squadron mates have given him a nickname, Smurf, a portmanteau combining the words scrappy and motherfu. Well, you get the idea. Anyway, to get the name past Navy leadership, the squadron had to invent a more PG explanation. Their official story. They called Keegan Smurf because he was a short guy who turned blue from hypothermia. Whatever its origin, Keegan doesn't mind. After all this, he finally has a call sign. And that's where the Hollywood version of this story would end, with Keegan Smurf Gil flying off into the sunset. But in the real world, that isn't quite how things pan out. It's 18 months after Keegan's return to active duty. Considering where he was three years ago, his recovery has been nothing short of miraculous. Then one day, out of the blue, he begins experiencing strange vertigo like symptoms, dizzy spells, panic attacks, nausea. He consults the base doctor, who provides a diagnosis. Delayed onset post traumatic stress disorder. He is taken off active duty and sequestered to the psych ward of a veterans hospital. Once again, Keegan finds himself surrounded by doctors administering powerful medication.
Keegan Gill
I had already had this terrible experience with the pain meds and having to wean myself off all of that with the addiction issues that that caused. But now I'm having to do the same thing with psych meds and it drug me down just an even darker, deeper hole that eventually led to my medical retirement. You know, I went from a high performing, capable human being to in and out of psychosis. I was, you know, I thought I was in the Truman show at times I thought that everyone around me were actors and this was all just fake.
John Hopkins
When he's eventually discharged months later, he emerges a very different man. Over the last three years, Keegan has passed several major life milestones. After his initial recovery, he met and married his now wife. The couple have two children. But in the wake of his latest medical setback, Keegan alienates himself from his family.
Keegan Gill
I was really suffering in that darkness after I got out of the inpatient psych facility where we were very actively discussing divorce. I was no longer somebody anybody wanted to be around. I was so bitter, really. The only emotions I could feel were just betrayal and anger and rage. My kids would come up and try to play with me and I would tell them just to leave me alone. I didn't want to be talked to, I didn't want to be bothered, and I was just a different person.
John Hopkins
He tries numerous approaches, even exploring alternative medicines and psychedelics, anything to get better. And slowly but surely, he does make improvements.
Keegan Gill
I discovered psychedelic assisted therapy, which was being used in some cases to treat people of trauma and mental health issues. And so I realized that maybe there's a different path to this healing.
John Hopkins
While controversial to some, Keegan is convinced these processes helped him and remains an advocate for alternate approaches to getting better. Day by day, he starts to feel more like himself again, eventually making another remarkable recovery.
Keegan Gill
It's been a wild transformation, almost unbelievable and miraculous. Surviving the ejection in the first place has been the this recovery from severe mental health issues and getting my life back.
John Hopkins
Having spent much of his career viewing the world from over 40,000ft. Keegan knows a thing or two about perspective. And when he looks back on his long and arduous recovery, he doesn't reflect with bitterness or resentment, but with acceptance. Even, astonishingly, with gratitude.
Keegan Gill
There's a quote I really love by Carl Jung, and that's in order to grow, to reach the heavens, we must have roots that have been deep into hell. By going through these hardships and challenges in our lives, it unlocks our potential to grow, to be something much more than we could be without them. And so I'm really grateful for these experiences and now having this perspective of it all.
John Hopkins
Next time on REAL SURVIVAL Stories, we meet Tara Pyphrom. Together with her wife Catherine and their six year old daughter Hazel, the Pyphroms live a life of idyllic bliss in the Bahamas. That is until September 2019 when Hurricane Dorian makes landfall and plunges their peaceful island existence into chaos. As this record breaking storm swamps the land, Tara's home is engulfed. Their house becomes a death trap where they will have to go to increasingly extreme measures just to keep their heads above water.
Keegan Gill
The water's not slowing down and it's still rising. We're in danger of drowning inside of our house. That's what's going through my head. That's the worst case scenario. That's how I'm going to die.
John Hopkins
That's next time.
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Host: John Hopkins
Guest: Lieutenant Keegan Gill
Release Date: April 30, 2025
Timestamp: [00:34]
The episode opens with a vivid recounting of January 15, 2014, when 28-year-old US Navy fighter pilot Lieutenant Keegan Gill faced a life-or-death situation approximately 40 miles off the coast of Virginia. During a routine flight exercise over the Atlantic, a catastrophic malfunction occurs, leading Keegan to make the split-second decision to eject from his F18 Super Hornet fighter jet.
Keegan Gill:
“I just felt this deep sinking sensation in my heart and my, my body just instinctively assumed this body position and pulled the ejection handle.”
[05:16]
Timestamp: [14:07]
John Hopkins delves into Keegan Gill's early life, highlighting his lifelong passion for aviation sparked at eight years old while watching Blue Angels sky shows. Despite facing challenges as a smaller and often bullied child, Keegan developed a resilient and scrappy nature that fueled his determination to become a pilot.
Keegan Gill:
“When you're a little kid in the audience and these jets go blasting over you... it really just inspired me.”
[14:21]
Timestamp: [09:16] – [14:50]
Keegan's journey through flight school is depicted, emphasizing his meticulous nature and commitment to mastering both the technical and physical demands of being a naval aviator. The narrative touches on his interactions with squadron mates, particularly his friend Fisty, and the introduction of the infamous Shark Tracker app, which ironically maps the presence of a great white shark named Mary Lee in their flight area.
Timestamp: [19:11] – [23:24]
On the day of the incident, Keegan engages in a high-intensity Basic Fighter Maneuvering (BFM) exercise alongside his seasoned commanding officer, Diego. The dogfight is intense, pushing Keegan to his limits. As the exercise concludes, a critical system malfunction caused by a programming error in the jet leads to an uncontrollable nosedive toward the ocean.
Keegan Gill:
“All of a sudden, as I'm pointed straight at the ocean, I just felt that ease up... I was stuck in a dive at the ocean.”
[23:09]
Despite his desperate attempts to pull up, the jet becomes unresponsive, forcing Keegan to eject at high speed to avoid immediate death.
Timestamp: [26:10] – [33:12]
Post-ejection, Keegan experiences the harrowing effects of a high-speed exit, leading to severe physical trauma and unconsciousness after colliding with the sound barrier. As he regains consciousness, he battles freezing temperatures, massive blood loss, and the imminent threat of shark attacks from Mary Lee, the 16-foot great white prowling nearby.
Keegan Gill:
“I can't breathe. I'm being drowned alive. I'm inhaling saltwater. Once you hold your breath for so long, your lungs will start to spasm.”
[03:22] & [31:35]
Keegan's survival vest initially aids his buoyancy, but a malfunction traps him to his parachute, dragging him underwater repeatedly and making communication impossible due to lost equipment.
Timestamp: [31:13] – [37:09]
An intensive search and rescue mission is launched when Keegan's squadron commander, Diego, provides crucial coordinates via a GPS pin. A US Navy Seahawk helicopter locates Keegan after an hour, and a rescue swimmer battles the harsh ocean conditions to reach and secure him. Despite his severe injuries and the chaos of the rescue, Keegan is safely extracted from the water.
Timestamp: [38:12] – [42:40]
Keegan is hospitalized in Portsmouth, Virginia, facing a grim prognosis with shattered limbs, paralysis, and the end of his flying career. Driven by an indomitable fighting spirit, Keegan begins an arduous rehabilitation process involving months of physical therapy and overcoming severe psychological trauma.
Keegan Gill:
“I put together a package and before I knew it, I had been selected to go into the Navy.”
[16:50]
After two years, Keegan triumphantly returns to active duty, earning the call sign "Smurf" and resuming his role as a fighter pilot. However, his triumph is short-lived as he later grapples with delayed-onset PTSD, leading to medical retirement.
Timestamp: [42:21] – [46:36]
Post-retirement, Keegan faces profound mental health challenges, including psychosis and addiction stemming from necessary medication. Despite these setbacks, he explores alternative therapies, including psychedelic-assisted therapy, which plays a crucial role in his gradual recovery. Keegan's journey highlights the complexities of surviving physically and mentally, ultimately finding gratitude and a renewed perspective on life.
Keegan Gill:
“What can I do today? How am I going to get back to the jet... Look what happened. You were wrong.”
[40:18]
Timestamp: [46:25] – [46:55]
Keegan reflects on his transformation, drawing inspiration from Carl Jung's philosophy on growth through adversity. He expresses profound gratitude for his experiences, viewing his survival and recovery as catalysts for personal development and deeper understanding.
Keegan Gill:
“There's a quote I really love by Carl Jung, and that's in order to grow, to reach the heavens, we must have roots that have been deep into hell.”
[46:55]
Timestamp: [47:23] – [48:11]
The episode concludes with a preview of the next story, focusing on Tara Pyphrom and her family's survival during Hurricane Dorian in the Bahamas, setting the stage for another gripping tale of resilience and survival.
Keegan Gill:
“The water's not slowing down and it's still rising. We're in danger of drowning inside of our house. That's what's going through my head.”
[47:59]
Resilience Under Extreme Conditions: Keegan Gill's story exemplifies the human spirit's capacity to endure and overcome unimaginable physical and psychological challenges.
The Importance of Training and Preparation: Rigorous training and preparedness can be the difference between life and death in survival scenarios.
Mental Health in Survival: Surviving a physical catastrophe is only part of the battle; addressing mental health is crucial for holistic recovery.
Community and Support: The swift rescue operation underscores the significance of teamwork and support systems in survival situations.
Keegan Gill:
“I can't breathe. I'm being drowned alive, I'm inhaling saltwater. Once you hold your breath for so long, your lungs will start to spasm.”
[03:22]
Keegan Gill:
“What can I do today? How am I going to get back to the jet... Look what happened. You were wrong.”
[40:18]
Keegan Gill:
“There's a quote I really love by Carl Jung, and that's in order to grow, to reach the heavens, we must have roots that have been deep into hell.”
[46:55]
"Eject, Eject: Out of the Cockpit, Into the Unknown" is a profound exploration of survival, resilience, and the human capacity to overcome both physical and mental adversities. Through Lieutenant Keegan Gill's harrowing experience and triumphant recovery, listeners gain an intimate understanding of what it truly takes to survive against all odds and rebuild a life shattered by trauma.
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