Personal Narrative-The Black Ice Disaster

The Black Ice Disaster

“137 and back-up unit to central,” called the dispatcher. “Go ahead central,” I reluctantly relied. Oh no, this cannot be good I thought to myself. Not at this time of the morning. “137 and back-up unit respond to a 10-82 in progress at 1234 River Road.” “10-4 central, I am en route from Bellefield Road.” I had just pulled into my driveway from working and long and cold night shift. I was extremely tired and I just wanted to go to bed. I was planning to sit there in my driveway until the next shift signed on, around 5:30 a.m. I did not want to go back on the road. I was so sleepy but now there was work to be done. “137 to 115, called my deputy. “Go ahead 115,” I answered. “I am coming from State Highway 34 East,” he stated. “10-4,” I replied back to him. …show more content…
I for one was not looking forward to this call. It was a cold night and the roads were wet. It had been receiving freezing rain and sleet throughout the night. Nothing to be worried about I presumed, because SCDOT did not put any sand or salt on the roadways neither the bridges. I thought like everyone else we should be fine, especially since we have been driving around all night without any problems. I proceeded to back out of my driveway. It is going to take me at least twenty minutes to get there, I thought. “Lord please keep me awake,” I prayed. This residence was located off of Lake Wateree, so I knew to watch out of deer. I remembered stopping by the store earlier that shift and purchasing a can of Pepsi, I needed some caffeine. The Pepsi was sitting in the cup holder of my Ford Crown Victoria, the classic patrol