Public service
I had just gotten my drivers license. Dad, now a beat cop for a couple years just before becoming a federale, says of drinking and driving (paraphrased, it has been 19 years):
There’s nothing like coming up to a car wreck and seeing some barely moving piece of hamburger meat begging please, help me, please and knowing there is nothing you can do. Not a thing. You feel helpless and they die. It gets worse when you realize it’s some guy’s boy and you gotta go tell him. Don’t ever put a cop through that, son. Ever.
What reminded my of that is this post by The Ambulance Driver.
May 25th, 2007 at 7:21 pm
Thanks for the link, Uncle! I’m a fan.
May 25th, 2007 at 9:09 pm
Sounds like AD would do to ride the river with.
May 26th, 2007 at 12:26 am
I think this is why all thinking, feeling people, when forced to choose a branch of the armed forces, opt for artillery, or strategic bombing, or something.
That “Wait till you see the whites of their eyes” is just crazy talk. Yup, sometimes happens, and all Citizens of a Republic must be prepared to engage in it, but, uh, actually being present, around fellow humans squashed and splattered to death, ain’t good for one’s mental health.
That’s what believable people report, anyway.
So, yeah, I concur. Don’t do bonehead drunken things , such that your last act gives other folks nightmares.
If you care about that kind of thing.