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1916 Easter Rebellion begins, 1781 Phillips and Arnold launch attack on Petersburg Virginia, 1983 German endurance driver killed in crash, 1863 Union issues conduct code for soldiers, 1955 The Bandung Conference concludes, 1922 Forensic evidence is introduced in Australia, 1908 Tornado flattens towns in Louisiana and Mississippi, 1800 Library of Congress established, 1953 Churchill knighted, 1980 Hostage rescue mission ends in disaster, 1982 Jane Fondas first Workout video released, 1940 Sue Grafton is born, 1962 Patti LaBelle makes her debut on the pop charts sort of, 1947 Author Willa Cather dies, 1945 Truman is briefed on Manhattan Project, 1996 Penguins defeat Capitals in marathon hockey game, 1967 Westmoreland makes controversial remarks, 1971 North Vietnamese attack South Vietnamese installations, 1916 The Easter Rising begins in Dublin, 1876 Erich Raeder commander in chief of the German navy is born on this day, 1940 Britain begins its evacuation of Greece in Operation Demon,

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The Night Of The Accident

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I was at a party, that day, and was returning home at the darkest hour of the night. As I walked alone on the empty street, with houses and shops on both sides, I wondered why they say you should never travel alone at night. I myself had never seen any mishaps happening. That night, I finally did.

A car was suddenly on the road. Though it was not clear in the dark, I bet it was a Mercedes of some sort. I also guess the driver must be drunk, for he was singing loudly and was moving the car at the speed of a rocketship. When I turned my head to the right, a dainty little woman, possibly seventy years of age, decided to step out for a midnight walk. Neither the driver see the lady, nor did she see the car; I saw it all, though.

She was down on the floor. Thankfully no blood was visible. The drunkard tottered out of the car. He looked at the woman, and said in a slurred voice, "Hey, you just got run over by a car. This is no time to sleep, lady!" I believe he was badly intoxicated. He was dark-skinned, with a slight beard and a short moustache. Apparently he had been to a party as well, for he was in party wear. he was almost thirty years old. Then he noticed me. Taking advantage of his diminished awareness, I said, "Relax, I'm just a tree."

Then, feeling satisfied that he had left no witnesses, he drove off. The lady is in a hospital now, and I am a prime eyewitness.

So now I know why one must not travel alone at night.

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