BruceHMX
Member
At 0745 this morning I was awakened by a horrible sound. I got up and looked out my back window. It sounded like a tree has fallen on my tool shed again. I saw nothing. I'm deep in the country on 10 acres with a 300 meter driveway to the road. I walked out onto the deck and there was a dead calm.
The road is State Route 218 in Virginia. One of the most dangerous roads in the state. It is a lonely, winding two lane road that has many twists and turns.
About 20 mins later I started to hear sirens. Then many more and they were stopping out in front of my house. I walked out and down the driveway. I saw a car on the other side of the road down in the woods, nose down in a tree. A very young Deputy was putting out flairs. Since I have my large field in front I offered to allow traffic to turn around in it.
When I asked what happened, he turned and said "a fellow officer has just been killed." I hung my head and said a short prayer. The Deputy was really shaken and said thank you for praying for him.
It took them hours to get him out and secure the vehicle. The van pulled off with his remains with a police escort. A trooper interviewed me and asked what time I heard the crash. I immediately felt sick as I maybe could have helped him during that 20 mins. He assured me there was nothing I could have done.
The official results are not out but it appears speed and the classic late for work thing is at play. It has made me think in many ways today. Life is short. We hold no guarantee how long it lasts. A family is without a father, son and husband. Worse yet it's the week before Christmas.
It all just seems so senseless. For the individuals on this forum who have ever done this occupation I salute you. It's a thankless job just like the military that can get you killed in a split second.
May God Bless That Deputy On His Way To A Better Place.
The road is State Route 218 in Virginia. One of the most dangerous roads in the state. It is a lonely, winding two lane road that has many twists and turns.
About 20 mins later I started to hear sirens. Then many more and they were stopping out in front of my house. I walked out and down the driveway. I saw a car on the other side of the road down in the woods, nose down in a tree. A very young Deputy was putting out flairs. Since I have my large field in front I offered to allow traffic to turn around in it.
When I asked what happened, he turned and said "a fellow officer has just been killed." I hung my head and said a short prayer. The Deputy was really shaken and said thank you for praying for him.
It took them hours to get him out and secure the vehicle. The van pulled off with his remains with a police escort. A trooper interviewed me and asked what time I heard the crash. I immediately felt sick as I maybe could have helped him during that 20 mins. He assured me there was nothing I could have done.
The official results are not out but it appears speed and the classic late for work thing is at play. It has made me think in many ways today. Life is short. We hold no guarantee how long it lasts. A family is without a father, son and husband. Worse yet it's the week before Christmas.
It all just seems so senseless. For the individuals on this forum who have ever done this occupation I salute you. It's a thankless job just like the military that can get you killed in a split second.
May God Bless That Deputy On His Way To A Better Place.
