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The Worst Day of My Life contest

Twenty odd years ago I was driving towards Oxford. As I came round a bend there were three vehicles involved in a horrific crash. I was first on scene so called 999 and reported it.
The van was on fire and we only managed to get one person out before the flames drove us back. There were four people in it. We cleared the car and the taxi of walking wounded. 
  It took over 35 minutes for rescue services to start arriving. First were the Fire Brigade followed by Ambulance and Police. I returned to my car. As I was sat there a man walked past, his hands behind his back. He was holding a camera, he stood by the burnt man and started to take photos. I told a fireman what he was doing and he spent him off. As he walked by me I said how callous he was. His reply Ma'am its my livelihood, I don't know what yours is I replied I sell Accident insurance and you don't see me being a ghoul. He walked off. 
  Unfortunately one photo made it to the front page the following day. It was his pure callousness that got me, it was bad enough to have to sit there hearing the screams of the dying and injured people and to small the awful smell of people being cooked alive, but to then stand beside a man who was conscious and knew his mates were dying. How can such a person call them selves a human?
  After two hours we were finally diverted and able to leave. The horrific memories of that day will haunt me forever. Twelve people of which 8 died, three at scene five later in hospital. I drove past nearly six years later and the scorch marks were still visible. I hope none of you ever have to experience what I saw and heard that day.

contest: Moment of Truth written 05/16/2013

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  1. Date: 6/13/2013 2:56:00 PM
    How horrible for you, you do get some very callous people around. money seems to be the only thing that matters these days. thanks for your read shadow Peter

    Hamilton Avatar Shadow Hamilton
    Date: 6/14/2013 7:42:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    hi Peter ty for taking time to read, horrible or horrific describes it well Shadow
  1. Date: 6/8/2013 4:21:00 PM
    Wow, this is just heartbreaking. But a great piece nonetheless.

    Hamilton Avatar Shadow Hamilton
    Date: 6/9/2013 4:33:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    ty Gina was not good Shadow x
  1. Date: 6/6/2013 3:53:00 PM
    You related the story well. Sheer horror and empathy. Haunting indeed. Thank you for your kind comments. Love, Joyce

    Hamilton Avatar Shadow Hamilton
    Date: 6/7/2013 5:44:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    ty Joyce no one should have to see any thing like that Shadow x
  1. Date: 6/5/2013 11:57:00 AM
    Sigh. I don't have much to say on this, other than I'm deeply sorry this all happened. How painful it must've all been.

    Hamilton Avatar Shadow Hamilton
    Date: 6/5/2013 7:33:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    yes it was Drake ty Shadow x
  1. Date: 6/4/2013 11:45:00 PM
    I can't imagine a day like this ever truly leaving a persons mind. The man you described sounds like scum on the floor... I suppose that's come with the job. A reporter becomes callous to the tragedies of it all... much like a surgeon who has to watch a patient of his die. I guess you can say that's true for EVERY reporter... it's your choice to put "human" into your job description as well. Thanks for the read tonight...