Sasha and I were on a 57 MBTA bus going out on Commonwealth Ave right before the Brighton Ave split when another bus crashed into the back of us. We got hit twice, I’m not sure if both times were the bus or if the car hit us once. I was standing in the rear of the bus when it was hit. We got hit really hard and a couple people who were standing fell down but weren’t hurt. I thought it was really exciting. We pulled over and got out for a couple minutes before another empty bus pulled up to take all the passengers (2 busses worth) to their destinations. The people in the car were hurt and ambulances and firetrucks came. Some pictures:
I will never forget my Platoon Commander Captain R. walking into my hospital room the day after my surgery, I was so surprised to see him. He sat in I-95 traffic for half a day so he could see how I was doing in person. I remember the look on his face when he realized how bad things were. He told me he sat the whole platoon down and had a long talk with them about what had happened to me. After a brief visit Captain R. went back to Quantico, but I wish he’d have stayed longer. That was the last time I saw anyone from my platoon.
