In yet another post about the concepts of the mind and more on the rationale of mortality.
I borrowed my mom's car today. Was going to visit the recruiter office and have a chat with each of the divisions of the Armed Forces to get an idea of things. Just a taste of what I could have. See which one entices my sense the most.
Anyway down the main road that I could have taken; there's this really really sharp turn on an otherwise straight road that's going 55. At the turn, drivers are supposed to slow down to 30. Today. Someone didn't. A truck actually. As I was going down the road; I moved to one side to allow a fire truck to pass. I suspected there was a fire. Logical deductive reasoning that when one sees a fire truck blaring and flashing lights to assume that there is likely a fire somewhere down the road.
Today there was no fire. Today the fire fighters had another task. The truck that didn't slow down. I fear for at least one of the passengers of that vehicle. For trucks that are several tons in weight, they should never flip as this one did.
I wasn't there for the actual flipping; but I must have arrived within 10 minutes of it happening for the people around the area were still visibly dazed by the incident. The fire fighters were just getting out of the truck as I arrived.
Someone died. Or was severely injured.
The sign posts don't go missing like that for nothing.
Mentally.
All I can think of is the noise of the screaming that must have occurred.
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