By Trooper Greg Evensen
June 15, 2013
As I arrived at the underpass along the highway just south of US 56 Highway in Kansas, and north of the small rural town of Wellsville, I prepared for what was coming. Immediately upon opening the door of my cruiser, I was slammed with the odor of rotting flesh. The boys who had spotted a shiny object under the bridge knew something bad had happened but did not go any closer. A motorcyclist missing for 10 days had been found. The decomposed remains showed no sign of foul play or drugs. Apparently, lack of sleep had claimed another victim. Handling a scene like this takes time and calls for a strong stomach. I will spare you the gruesome details. Later that month, I was called to an apartment in Olathe, where a man had died and only discovered when the incredible smell of a decomposing body blew down the hallway and the cloud of blow flies exited with full bellies. I had put a finger full of gasoline up my nostrils to mitigate the eye tearing smell, so that I could help carry the body bag out to the ambulance. Other than the sweetish smell of burning flesh, the sight of and smell of a putrid body is one of the worst scenes a responding trooper or police officer can face.
Rescuing an abandoned baby in a roach infested apartment ranks among my horror gallery experiences as well, but the roaches scattered as I picked the child up and we got out of that hell hole. They were EVERYWHERE! Just like America.
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