I have always been interested in writing stories, and it’s something I enjoy. Even if I don’t share them I enjoy the hard work and effort into making something, which other people get enjoyment out of.
Some info regarding the new blog ;
PC Kaiden Lawson is a fictional character, and those who are; or know a PC of the same name is purely coincidental and all thoughts and actions of PC Lawson do not resemble those of any Officer or any Police Force. Stories are based on real life events I have reaped from family serving in the emergency services. To broaden the stories… we might be in the body of someone else… However PC Lawson will have involvement within the particular scenario.
“The First”
PC Lawson is first on scene at his first Fatal Road Traffic Collision.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning; I decided to leave the house early to grab some Coffee and a bag of doughnuts for my team and catch up on some paperwork and emails from my previous shift. I arrived at the office to find a few of my colleagues in my team who had shared the same idea as me and were in catching up on some work. I bounced in and the look on their eyes as they caught a glimpse of the Greggs box reminded me of the Shark in Finding Nemo when he smells the blood of Dory. Before I knew it I was attacked by my colleagues eager to get their hands on a divine delicacy.
After an hour of glaring at a computer screen and going through a pack of cheap Asda pens I came to a wall, I needed to collect a statement from a witness who was subject to a minor crime the day before. At that I got ‘suited’ up and booked on, I was prepared to walk and soak up some of the Sun which is highly uncommon for Scotland, until I was notified that I had a chance of getting a new focus. Excited like a child on Christmas day I decided to opt for the car. I quickly grabbed the keys and signed out, before anybody else could snatch it up. I got down to the car lot and there she was sitting amongst the old Focus’ like Jennifer Aniston surrounded by a dozen naked Fatima Whitbreads. The odor inside was still slightly that of the new car smell, and the clock just about to tick over to 1,500 miles – I felt like I had just perched myself in the seat of a new Rolls Royce Phantom.
As I made my way to the victims house, a flurry of 999 calls came in from members of the public reporting a major car accident involving a Securicor Van and a small Vauxhall Corsa had just occurred. Being around the corner I decided to go and put myself up for the call. I also recognised the voice of Sasha, another PC from my team who has been in the job 2 years. A quick drive which took no more than 30 seconds and I was on scene. There was a Securicor van perched on the mangled fence of a pedestrian island and the remains of a black Vauxhall Corsa resting, in which I can only describe as a mass of bushes and flowers. At first sight, I thought there would be major injuries so I immediately radioed for urgent ambulance and fire brigade assistance.
As I got out of my car I was approached by a witness, who turned out to only be 16 years old and had seen the whole incident take place. The Securicor van was traveling as per norm when the Corsa cut out in front of the Van and consequently collided with the Corsa. The Guards of the Securicor van were uninjured except from a painful wrist and being shaken up by the crash. I was told the driver of the Corsa was trapped in the vehicle so I quickly sprinted over to where it had came to rest and I was greeted with a “Alright Mate”.
The driver of the Corsa was miraculously unharmed and was talking away happy as can be, as if he had been cushioned by the hands of god himself. He was just unfortunate enough to be pinned, where the body of his car had mutated after the accident. I asked the usual questions post and accident, querying if he had any injuries in which he replied “not a scratch mate, honestly”. I was thinking that the shock of the accident was masking the pain and told him to keep still until the Ambulance Crew had arrived and checked him over. As I was sitting reassuring the driver of the Car who had since told me his name was Colin and he was an apprentice Landscape Gardener, he turned to me and said “My feet are getting hot mate” to which I replied “It’s probably the shock wearing off and you’ve injured your foot” knowing full well it could be something more serious, but did not wish to alarm Colin. I told him I would be back in a minute and sprinted over to my car and retrieved the fire extinguisher from the boot, and hastily walked back to the driver sitting in the car.
He looked at me with a concerned look and I just replied with “Just in case mate, we don’t want your feet lighting your car on fire” he replied with a nervous chuckle. About a minute later, Sasha from my team turned up and I gave her an update on the situation. The Fire Service and Ambulance were both stuck in traffic due to the motorways being on Contra flow due to major repairs and bridge strengthening causing havoc with the traffic. Colin looked back at me and said “f*** mate, my feet and legs” in a tone similar to someone about to burst into tears. I knelt down and looked at the undercarriage of the car and noticed some small flames. I told Sasha to go and get her fire extinguisher from her car and see if the Securicor had one. I quickly began dousing the match-like flames under the car, I perched up and said to Colin “Call me Fire Fighter Lawson” in a sarcastic egotistical tone and we both shared a chuckle. I looked back under the car and my heart sank, what had first started as a small flame had now turned into a fire. I quickly began tackling the flames and Colin let out a deep screech shortly followed by a high amount of profanities. In a poor attempt to reassure Colin I stated “we’ll have you out of here soon, it’s just a small fire” in which he screamed “I’m burning” which made me feel physically sick with apprehension.
What had been a serious road accident and turned into a collision with no injuries had taken a turn for the worse. I looked up at Colin and seen him crying with pain, I shouted “we need to get you out now Colin, this might hurt but it’s for your own good. I know you’re not stupid but your cars undercarriage is on fire, we need to get you out before the fire gets to the petrol”, At that I ran around to the passenger side of the car and struggled to get the door open, With help from Sasha and the Securicor Guard we managed to manipulate the door enough that I could enter the car and begin to try and unpin Colin. However upon closer inspection I noticed the steering column had bent down and there was no way I would be able to get Colin out without specialist help from the fire service, however I continued to try to allow Colin to think I was being successful. I told Sasha to urgently request the assistance of the fire service and their current location in typical fashion the voice came back with “Fire Service are on route and should be there shortly” in a calm voice unbeknownst as to what was developing in front of us. Colin was now screaming in pain.
I pulled and pushed but that steering wheel and column was not budging. I tried to push the seat back in a vain attempt to give enough wiggle room to free his legs. However the body of the car was so manipulated the only thing I managed to do was accidentally break the cars head restraint. I exited the car which now had thick black smoke bellowing from the undercarriage and engine compartment. I quickly recruited the help from the public and the Securicor again and the plan of action was to try and push the steering column up in effort to free Colin. However, they were quickly fought back by the flames pouring out of the engine bay.
Me and Sasha used what was left of the small fire extinguishers which seemed to have no effect on the flames. Seconds later, I felt someone grab the back of my Stab Vest, it was Sasha pulling me away from the car. I fought to stay next to Colin however with the added help from a car driver they succeeded in pulling me away. Me and Colin both shared eye contact before the car was quickly consumed with the smoke and flames. Like from a scene from a movie, fire appliances and ambulances arrived on scene like it was a planned arrival, however they were a few minutes late due to the traffic which had cost Colin his life.
What was only 9 minutes from arriving at the scene and the arrival of assistance, felt like an eternity. It was my first collision and it was like an outer body experience in slow motion as I stood watching it all unfold in front of me. Only 10 minutes ago I was sitting having a friendly chat about work and life and now I was looking at the car engulfed in flames with Colins severely burned body sometimes popping into sight as a gust of wind blew the flame and smoke away.
4 hours later, one fatality, one upset family and one statement away from completing my paper work I got back to the office, I was exhausted mentally from what I had just seen. The Inspector told me to take the rest of my shift off which I kindly accepted.
I got home and thought to myself, how quickly life can change and you should never take life for granted or take family members for granted, because in so much can happen in such a small time.
Some info regarding the new blog ;
PC Kaiden Lawson is a fictional character, and those who are; or know a PC of the same name is purely coincidental and all thoughts and actions of PC Lawson do not resemble those of any Officer or any Police Force. Stories are based on real life events I have reaped from family serving in the emergency services. To broaden the stories… we might be in the body of someone else… However PC Lawson will have involvement within the particular scenario.
“The First”
PC Lawson is first on scene at his first Fatal Road Traffic Collision.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning; I decided to leave the house early to grab some Coffee and a bag of doughnuts for my team and catch up on some paperwork and emails from my previous shift. I arrived at the office to find a few of my colleagues in my team who had shared the same idea as me and were in catching up on some work. I bounced in and the look on their eyes as they caught a glimpse of the Greggs box reminded me of the Shark in Finding Nemo when he smells the blood of Dory. Before I knew it I was attacked by my colleagues eager to get their hands on a divine delicacy.
After an hour of glaring at a computer screen and going through a pack of cheap Asda pens I came to a wall, I needed to collect a statement from a witness who was subject to a minor crime the day before. At that I got ‘suited’ up and booked on, I was prepared to walk and soak up some of the Sun which is highly uncommon for Scotland, until I was notified that I had a chance of getting a new focus. Excited like a child on Christmas day I decided to opt for the car. I quickly grabbed the keys and signed out, before anybody else could snatch it up. I got down to the car lot and there she was sitting amongst the old Focus’ like Jennifer Aniston surrounded by a dozen naked Fatima Whitbreads. The odor inside was still slightly that of the new car smell, and the clock just about to tick over to 1,500 miles – I felt like I had just perched myself in the seat of a new Rolls Royce Phantom.
As I made my way to the victims house, a flurry of 999 calls came in from members of the public reporting a major car accident involving a Securicor Van and a small Vauxhall Corsa had just occurred. Being around the corner I decided to go and put myself up for the call. I also recognised the voice of Sasha, another PC from my team who has been in the job 2 years. A quick drive which took no more than 30 seconds and I was on scene. There was a Securicor van perched on the mangled fence of a pedestrian island and the remains of a black Vauxhall Corsa resting, in which I can only describe as a mass of bushes and flowers. At first sight, I thought there would be major injuries so I immediately radioed for urgent ambulance and fire brigade assistance.
As I got out of my car I was approached by a witness, who turned out to only be 16 years old and had seen the whole incident take place. The Securicor van was traveling as per norm when the Corsa cut out in front of the Van and consequently collided with the Corsa. The Guards of the Securicor van were uninjured except from a painful wrist and being shaken up by the crash. I was told the driver of the Corsa was trapped in the vehicle so I quickly sprinted over to where it had came to rest and I was greeted with a “Alright Mate”.
The driver of the Corsa was miraculously unharmed and was talking away happy as can be, as if he had been cushioned by the hands of god himself. He was just unfortunate enough to be pinned, where the body of his car had mutated after the accident. I asked the usual questions post and accident, querying if he had any injuries in which he replied “not a scratch mate, honestly”. I was thinking that the shock of the accident was masking the pain and told him to keep still until the Ambulance Crew had arrived and checked him over. As I was sitting reassuring the driver of the Car who had since told me his name was Colin and he was an apprentice Landscape Gardener, he turned to me and said “My feet are getting hot mate” to which I replied “It’s probably the shock wearing off and you’ve injured your foot” knowing full well it could be something more serious, but did not wish to alarm Colin. I told him I would be back in a minute and sprinted over to my car and retrieved the fire extinguisher from the boot, and hastily walked back to the driver sitting in the car.
He looked at me with a concerned look and I just replied with “Just in case mate, we don’t want your feet lighting your car on fire” he replied with a nervous chuckle. About a minute later, Sasha from my team turned up and I gave her an update on the situation. The Fire Service and Ambulance were both stuck in traffic due to the motorways being on Contra flow due to major repairs and bridge strengthening causing havoc with the traffic. Colin looked back at me and said “f*** mate, my feet and legs” in a tone similar to someone about to burst into tears. I knelt down and looked at the undercarriage of the car and noticed some small flames. I told Sasha to go and get her fire extinguisher from her car and see if the Securicor had one. I quickly began dousing the match-like flames under the car, I perched up and said to Colin “Call me Fire Fighter Lawson” in a sarcastic egotistical tone and we both shared a chuckle. I looked back under the car and my heart sank, what had first started as a small flame had now turned into a fire. I quickly began tackling the flames and Colin let out a deep screech shortly followed by a high amount of profanities. In a poor attempt to reassure Colin I stated “we’ll have you out of here soon, it’s just a small fire” in which he screamed “I’m burning” which made me feel physically sick with apprehension.
What had been a serious road accident and turned into a collision with no injuries had taken a turn for the worse. I looked up at Colin and seen him crying with pain, I shouted “we need to get you out now Colin, this might hurt but it’s for your own good. I know you’re not stupid but your cars undercarriage is on fire, we need to get you out before the fire gets to the petrol”, At that I ran around to the passenger side of the car and struggled to get the door open, With help from Sasha and the Securicor Guard we managed to manipulate the door enough that I could enter the car and begin to try and unpin Colin. However upon closer inspection I noticed the steering column had bent down and there was no way I would be able to get Colin out without specialist help from the fire service, however I continued to try to allow Colin to think I was being successful. I told Sasha to urgently request the assistance of the fire service and their current location in typical fashion the voice came back with “Fire Service are on route and should be there shortly” in a calm voice unbeknownst as to what was developing in front of us. Colin was now screaming in pain.
I pulled and pushed but that steering wheel and column was not budging. I tried to push the seat back in a vain attempt to give enough wiggle room to free his legs. However the body of the car was so manipulated the only thing I managed to do was accidentally break the cars head restraint. I exited the car which now had thick black smoke bellowing from the undercarriage and engine compartment. I quickly recruited the help from the public and the Securicor again and the plan of action was to try and push the steering column up in effort to free Colin. However, they were quickly fought back by the flames pouring out of the engine bay.
Me and Sasha used what was left of the small fire extinguishers which seemed to have no effect on the flames. Seconds later, I felt someone grab the back of my Stab Vest, it was Sasha pulling me away from the car. I fought to stay next to Colin however with the added help from a car driver they succeeded in pulling me away. Me and Colin both shared eye contact before the car was quickly consumed with the smoke and flames. Like from a scene from a movie, fire appliances and ambulances arrived on scene like it was a planned arrival, however they were a few minutes late due to the traffic which had cost Colin his life.
What was only 9 minutes from arriving at the scene and the arrival of assistance, felt like an eternity. It was my first collision and it was like an outer body experience in slow motion as I stood watching it all unfold in front of me. Only 10 minutes ago I was sitting having a friendly chat about work and life and now I was looking at the car engulfed in flames with Colins severely burned body sometimes popping into sight as a gust of wind blew the flame and smoke away.
4 hours later, one fatality, one upset family and one statement away from completing my paper work I got back to the office, I was exhausted mentally from what I had just seen. The Inspector told me to take the rest of my shift off which I kindly accepted.
I got home and thought to myself, how quickly life can change and you should never take life for granted or take family members for granted, because in so much can happen in such a small time.