Well, this has been taking up a lot of our mental capacity lately...
"...involved in a wreck Sunday afternoon that left three children dead and two seriously injured..."
It's been a long couple of days and Trooper's coping relatively well but...I guess "disturbed" may be the best way to describe the situation. There is no sense to be found in any of it which leaves a person with...nothing. Even the funeral home personnel turned away for a few minutes, grappling for some kind of decorum.
Those frozen images that he has to deal with are hellish and I do not know how men and women do that work. Where do you put those memories? How to fold away the vision that you are not allowed to avoid? I know that everyone bitches about DUI blood draws and I understand the sense of the jackboot on necks that permeates many cities.
But in the midst of that anger and frustration try to remember that those same people sometimes have to load a somber line of body bags with limp children. You can't get training for that. There is no class in academy to cover Hell in your hands. You're just a human being dealing with some of the worst things humans are asked to deal with and are often not even thanked for it. - for saving the rest of us from doing that dark duty.
Have mercy is what I'm saying. And pray that the duty never falls to you, that those memories never have to be filed away in your mind. Trust me - there is no corner small and dark enough to hold it.