"Another Haunting Story---1971 Good-Bye, My Dear Friend!"

During the warm weather of 1971, I was coming home from some "party" event late, perhaps about 2:00 AM, where I had been drinking and "smoking" and was still a bit high, but not so much from the beer. I was in my old XK-E with the top down on I-75 I believe near GE when I came upon a horrific wreck scene that had just occurred in front of me.  I pulled over as the road was blocked and clearly a truck and several cars had been involved in this catastrophic scene.  I ran over to the nearest car where I saw a female in a twisted wreckage and she was mashed into the dash in a tangled mess of steel and glass.  She was groaning and bleeding as the car was totaled.  I tried to free her and she started to BEG me to help her.  I worked to move the metal and windshield glass and realized that she was "trapped".  I worked, for what seemed like "Forever", to free her waist to get some leverage to free her body and as I dug and struggled to free her mid-section, I realized that I was into the softness of her stomach and I removed my hand and it was bloody.  She was dying, crying and I did not know what to do as the smoke was starting to rise as if a fire was brewing.  I had blood all over my clothes as well.  I ran back to me car to look for my tire tool to help me free her and I heard sirens. Finally, as I searched my trunk,, I heard a loud explosion and the nearby truck exploded and jumped into her car and all hell broke lose.  I was shocked knowing that she was going to burn to death.  I stood by my car and SCREAMED in shock and awe, in complete sadness. As the Cops arrived, I decided to leave, as I was probably considered "high" and I did not want a citation.  I got home and actually had cried in my car most of the way!  The next day when I awoke, I wondered if it was all a bad dream, hoping it was until at looked at my blood soaked clothes on the floor.  I later saw where 2 people died in the crash not knowing if "she " was killed.  My heart was broken and I went to church that Sunday to both PRAY and to ask for Forgiveness for not being able to free her and to try and find some semblance of Peace and Closure.  It was surreal and I started to wonder if, again, it could have all been a really bad dream, and sadly it was not. I had bad dreams with HER in them as I watched her suffer for the next several months and saw and experienced haunting visions of her disfigured face as she suffered and begged me to HELP her to no avail!  A very sad time in my troubled life! To be continued........... Capt. Rick Rotundo