my dad used to have to pick dudes up off rail ines
from wherever the bits were scattered.
best/worst story he told me was a an old lady who decided to end it all by playing chicken with an intercity 125 as it barrelled through his station.
when the train struck her, her shoes were left on the tracks exactly where she'd been standing, still laced.
the nose of the train was so badly dented it had to be replaced.
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I never had to pick up actual pieces
but I had to wash the blood off the sleepers if it was at a station. If it didn't wash we had to cover it with sand.
They didn't bother if it was just us track workers who could see it.
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My Name was saying these words inside your head on, Wed 21 Apr 2021, 11:07,
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