We were called out for a 10-45, van vs. motorcycle. It didn’t sound good from the initial dispatch so we put Medivac (trauma helicopter) on standby. We arrived on scene and knew right away a trip to the hospital wasn’t going to be necessary, the chopper was cancelled.
The van had pulled out in front of the bike. The bike slammed right into it throwing the rider. The driver of the van, a deaf person, of course was very upset on scene. He had just killed a person. He wasn’t drunk; he just didn’t see nor hear the guy on the bike. There was nothing we could do but wait for the county coroner to arrive to declare the rider dead at scene (that’s the law in PA). We were able to get a person on scene that knew sign language to talk to the driver and once we helped load the rider into the coroner’s wagon, we left the scene.
A couple of months later we were called out to an accident involving entrapment. Two people had been digging a deep ditch. The dirt walls had collapsed in and one man was buried. We got on scene and saw the firefighters frantically trying to dig the dirt out the ditch. A backhoe was brought in but it was all too late. By the time the firefighters got to the buried person he had died. The hairs stood up on my arms when we realized the man that died was the driver of the van.
This game of Life has some weird rules.