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