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Robert's Continued story "Head Trauma," begins here and the next chapters will follow.
Just Doing My Job
As I was beginning to wake up I realized I was being dragged
out of what I recognized to be a box car. I landed on the dirt and cinders with
a thud jarring my insides. One of the two men who pulled me out, gave me a kick
in the side while the other one said; “take it easy, he has been bleeding out
He went on saying; the blood has stopped but we don’t want it
to start it up again. The one who kicked me said, “Let’s just get him out of
the yard and leave him there.” The other one said; “Yeah our job is to keep
these bums out of the rail yard not to worry what happens to them after that.”
I was dragged for about a half a block and dropped again
with a thud and got another unfriendly kick. I found it hard to get my breath
my ribs were hurting so bad. I lay there for what seemed to be a long time and finally
began moving slowly and struggled to my feet.
I stumbled along the tracks outside the train yard till I
collapsed again and lay there until someone poked me and I heard her say; “He’s
The other woman who was with her said; “Let’s take him home
and if he gets well he can help with the hogs.”
My next remembrance is an awful smell, one worse than the
rugby team that flashed through my mind. Beyond the flash of a rugby team I
could remember nothing. The truck I was in stopped at a place where the smell
intensified several times over.
They helped me into the house and laid me on a bunk bed. I
could see now and the older of the two women said, “He done messed his-self so
let’s clean him up.” The next thing I remember was two women cutting my clothes
off and then they had me in a wash tub soaking the blood from my face and
washing me all over.
As they helped me from the tub and rubbed me down, I
suddenly had a chill.
There was one thing I knew and that was; if I could have
resisted these two women they would never have done what they just did to me.
Here I was standing naked in front of two women who smelled,
like stunk and they were drying off my private parts and commenting on them,
favorably I might add.
They put me back into the bunk with some comforting warm
covers over me and I went to sleep and slept a day and a half.
When I awoke I remembered how gentle they had treated me
from washing me to treating my head wound.
I recognized the younger woman’s voice saying;
“He gonna be alright? Is he in his right mind now ma?”
The older one said, “I believe so but we gotta wait and see.”
Now, there was a man who had joined the women and he turned
out to be the husband of the older of the two women. For some reason I was
hoping he was married to the younger one.
Then I realized I had some overalls
on and a plaid shirt. That made me uninhibited enough to try to get up and
walk. Unsteady at first; then I found I
could maneuver rather well after a few steps.
They directed me to the outhouse where I relieved myself and
found some reading material which came in handy. When back in the house again I
was told to wash up in the sink and come to the table for breakfast. After
eating what turned out to be a very tasty meal, the older woman bandaged my
head again. She had pulled the skin together and put some stitches in the
Oh, let me add that was after they had plied me with some
strong homemade whiskey. Without that I could never have withstood that dull
needle and course thread.