BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 167
She broadsided us. Things got a little ugly after that.
I didn‟t see what happened to Rex, since I was busy being killed. I learned later
he suffered two compound fractures in his lower right leg, along with various cuts and
bruises. His recovery was much, much faster than mine.
I smoked a pipe at that time, in addition to cigarettes. I had it in my mouth, as it
was easier than a cigarette in the open air without the full use of my hands. The impact
threw me, they said, up and over the street sign. I bit through the stem of the pipe when I
landed on my back and shoulders.
My injuries were far worse than Rex‟s. I had four compound fractures of my
right leg. His upper leg was a lot higher than mine, explaining the difference. My leg
was shattered in two places below the knee, and two places above it. Bones stuck up in
the air. My right ankle was also broken, but the biggest problem was my upper leg.
Sharp pieces of bone tore the main artery in two pieces. An injury such as that causes
what‟s technically known as a “monster leak”. It‟s one of those things, if you saw it on
TV, they‟d caution you not to try this at home.
My buddies were there immediately. One of the guys, Bob Kendregan, was an
AWOL paramedic. He came home on leave from Vietnam and never went back. I sure as
hell couldn‟t blame him, but he had to be damned careful. If he even got stopped for a
ticket, it would be his ass. The FBI was looking for him. Not all that hard, but they‟d
come pick him up if he was otherwise detained. Sort of like a bench warrant, I guess.
Bob Kendregan was the last thing I remember seeing. He tore the rubber
stripping off the scooter and used it to make a tourniquet on my leg. While he was doing
it, I did something I still, to this day, don‟t understand. Actually, I did two things.
Leviticus, Limited 33-0505963