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<p>The room we stood in was fairly small, but not small enough that it couldn’t hold the twenty-five.  We didn’t have to bunch together the way we did but did so due to the yellow tarped gurney that sat to one side of the room, no one wanted to get too close to it.  Under the yellow tarp was a body, fully covered with the exception of it’s feet which were exposed.  The right foot’s big toe sported a toe tag.</p>
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<p>We were at the Medical Examiner’s office for our monthly training session.  “We” being victim’s counselors from the police service.  Every month we were required to attend training sessions such as these to fully understand and appreciate the different sections within the organization.</p>
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<p>Because of the work we did, we needed to learn as much as we could from the different units.  We worked closely with the police’s specialty units such as the sexual assault unit, or the robbery unit.  One of the areas that I was specialized in was robbery trauma and we attended financial institutions after robberies to speak with their staff.  There was a team of six that dealt specifically with bank robberies, one gal on our team ended up married to me…silly girl. </p>
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<p>Mind you, all this was in a volunteer position, but it was a huge amount of responsibility and was treated as such.  Volunteers were let go if they were not making the grade.  Fortunately that didn’t happen too often, we had a pretty good core of people.</p>
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<p>A victim counselor pretty much picked up were the police investigator left off.  They were in contact with a victim of crime and helped them navigate the legal system.  We visited victims in hospitals to finish statements, we went to residences to discuss home security, and we often went to court with the victims to provide support.  We also did a lot of referrals to other agencies, and updated the list of stolen items from a person whom had their home broken into.</p>
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<p>Some cases still stay with me to this day.  Speaking to the father of a SIDS baby, providing support for a woman whose husband was killed in a car accident just days after the birth of their first child.  Their names still stay with me.  Places I pass by leave me with images of the crimes or the accidents that took place there, unknown or forgotten by most.</p>
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<p>Anyway, the room we were standing in held the bodies before they were examined by the ME.  The ME had finished giving us a tour of the facility and had left us here for the moment, excusing herself while she took a phone call.</p>
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<p>The room was surprisingly quiet with the amount of people in it.  A few people spoke quietly to one another but none of the usual banter that took place with large gatherings.</p>
<p>The minutes passed and still the ME had not returned.  By now the curiosity of some became evident with a few people getting a little closer to the body, looking to see if they could read the toe tag.  The room became completely quiet as we watched one of the counselors slowly approach the body, take the toe tag, and slowly turn it so he could read it, his head turning a forty-five degree angle to read it better.</p>
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<p>The body sat up and said “Leave me alone!”</p>
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<p>Pandemonium ensued  People were running for the door among screams of terror.  I felt my mind twist.  “This is impossible” one side of my mind said in Spock-like fashion, but the George Constanza side said screaming “But it is!!!!!!!”</p>
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<p>It was only after a moment when the body reached out with its hand and pulled away the tarp completely did we realize that the body was our unit’s sergeant.  He was sitting with an ear to ear grin enjoying the scene he had created.  People stopped and their reactions varied from hurling curses at him to collapsing against the wall laughing.  The ME walked back into the room smiling with satisfaction of a well played prank.</p>
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<p>We finished our training that evening and headed to our favourite watering hole afterwards where our sergeant bought a round for us.</p>
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<p>Bastard.</p>
 

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<p>you knew this was coming.................</p>
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<p>GREAT story, btw.</p>
<p>How'd he stay so still and QUIET in that body bag for such a long time??!?!?!!?!?!</p>
 

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<p>:D  He's had a lot of practise.<br><br>
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<div class="quote-block">Originally Posted by <strong>wherestheportojohn</strong> <a href="/forum/thread/69602/dawn-of-the-dead#post_1936306"><img alt="View Post" class="inlineimg" src="/img/forum/go_quote.gif" style="border-right:0px solid;border-top:0px solid;border-left:0px solid;border-bottom:0px solid;"></a><br><br><p>you knew this was coming.................</p>
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<p>GREAT story, btw.</p>
<p>How'd he stay so still and QUIET in that body bag for such a long time??!?!?!!?!?!</p>
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