Its about an two hours away from EOS (end of shift) and my partner and I are in a movie theater parking lot sipping on juice it up and eating food bowls from flame broiler. We here the dreaded call of 331 code 3. Dreading not because we are worried of that something bad is happening, but dreading the 6th BS call of the day... Or so we thought. On the radio we hear the seemingly rude monotone voice of a dispatcher named Victor or "Victor the Fucking Prick Asshole", say code the for pedestrian vs train at Columbia cross of Marlborough ave. At this point it is hard to believe that this could be an average everyday "I broke my ankle" or "Oh no I'm 93 years old and I think I'm about to die", BS call. I put the Unit in drive, drop my juice it up drink in the cup holder and toss the remains of my flame broiler behind me in the trash. I hit the lights and sirend and hauled ass down Iowa to Marlborough ave and almost caught air in the process before arriving to the scene where the train was stopped and blocking traffic. We started to pull out the gurney when an old homeless man wearing a Vietnam Vet hat said in a raspy voice, "Don't think yall gonna need that." We take his word for it and walk about 40 meters down the track to find the upper half of some twentysomething year old face down with his spleen lungs and other organs fully exposed. The bottom half of John Doe was another 50 ft away under the train. Apparently what had happens was their were two trains coming and the man only watched one and moved to the other set of tracks so he wouldn't get hit by the train he was looking at. I look over to my partner to say something funny but he is pale, sickly, and is visibly shaking. Just the a minivan gets to the tracks where she cannot cross because the train is stopped and honked angrily rolling down her window to tell at us what the hell the hold up was. It doesn't take Stephen Hawkings to put all the pieces together but i moved out of her line of sight between her and Jon Does upper half and said, "Dead body Ma'am." at the sight of the body she started to trace the trail of entrails back to about were she was and quickly got out of her car to projectile vomit causing more people to look at what she saw. Many disgusted and terrified faces later I put a sheet over each section as fire fighters and police arrived. I knew the firefighters so again I tried to make light of the situation because it is what I used to do with my fellow marines in Iraq in these types of disturbing situations. "I think we can still work the upper half I said pantomiming CPR. They thought it was funny until they came across the trail of entrails. They cancelled shortly afterwards. There were about 5 cops two of them female. One asked me to remove the sheet so they could take pics as evidence but I don't think she knew that the man was in half as I pulled the sheet of the lower half revealing a pair of perfectly intact legs and pelvis with intestines draping out. She immediately began to vomit and we left shortly after that. It was a quiet ride back to deployment where we were heading early because my partner claimed he was a little affected by the call. Alas I got of work an hour early today due to week stomachs. As I was walking to my car my partner yelled my name. "Your fucked in the head Chris!" I smiled. See you Thursday Dustin." When your to focused on one threat, it's the unexpected that will be your demise.