While the train I work on was headed north to pick up passengers, an older gentleman walking his dog alongside the tracks got hit by the train. Somehow he lived, although he's in critical condition. This happened around 3:30 or 4 in the morning.
We had to wait a while for the helicopter and rescue personnel to get there. The conductor and engineers were switched out. I happened to be looking out the window when the engineers were getting into the company vehicle. The expression on the one man's face was a combination of shock, horror, and despair.
Of course we were way late picking up passengers. To their credit, they were really patient and understanding about the whole thing. I was just busy enough to keep from thinking too much. We only took passengers north and dropped them off. The southbound passengers were bussed to the ship. The crew took the train to Anchorage, then we got bussed back to Seward.
I still haven't completely processed everything. That might be why I'm writing it down. Sorry if this post seems a bit rambly.
We had to wait a while for the helicopter and rescue personnel to get there. The conductor and engineers were switched out. I happened to be looking out the window when the engineers were getting into the company vehicle. The expression on the one man's face was a combination of shock, horror, and despair.
Of course we were way late picking up passengers. To their credit, they were really patient and understanding about the whole thing. I was just busy enough to keep from thinking too much. We only took passengers north and dropped them off. The southbound passengers were bussed to the ship. The crew took the train to Anchorage, then we got bussed back to Seward.
I still haven't completely processed everything. That might be why I'm writing it down. Sorry if this post seems a bit rambly.
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