True stories by Murl Harpham
    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHERE’S THE BODY?

 I hadn’t been on but a few months and was working the graveyard watch.  It was raining hard and I was the only officer available at about 0400 hours.  I received a call from a citizen who had seen a truck run off the road over the embankment and disappeared in the blackness.  The citizen had no flashlight and couldn’t see the truck and got no answer to his calls.

 He drove home and called.  I responded to the edge of town and saw the marks along the road leading over the embankment into a marsh land.  I  took my trusty three cell flashlight and started down the embankment seeing things scattered on the hillside and it was obvious that the truck had rolled over several times.

When I got to the truck it was sitting upright with the drivers door open.  I saw some blood in the cab and was sure from the looks of the accident I had a person or body somewhere nearby.  I first scanned the hillside figuring that he had been thrown out and possibly the  truck had rolled over him as there were no such thing as seat belts in those days.

 Not finding anything I went to the other side of the truck and my heart stopped.  There were two feet sticking out from under the truck, toes up and the truck was all the way to the ground.  Now I knew where the driver was.  I ran to the other side of the truck as it was slightly off the ground and laid down in the mud and looked under the truck and got a big relief.  What I found was empty rubber hip waders that was trapped with air.

 By then I was spooked.   I saw a large pickup tool box that had been thrown out of the truck.  Could by some freak event  the body end up in the tool box?   I was relieved again  when I found only tools.

 I got the license number and climbed the hill to my car and found out who the owner was and had dispatch call him.  He was home and fine except for a few cuts and bruises.  He had hitched a ride home.                                         

 I had spent some very anxious minutes that night.   You had to been there to appreciate what I felt..

 

Murl Harpham

 

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