Fearing electrocution, I jumped up, wanting to get all of me, including my feet, on the seat cushion but couldn't because the brakes would go into emergency if I took my foot off the "dead man's pedal" (made of metal). Little blue, lead-thin lines crackled around the 600-volt cabinets only a few feet from our seats, and Allen yelled at me not to touch anything. Unknown to us, the 23-ton caboose was shaking violently and conductor George "Billy" Boswell and flagman Mike Richardson were simply "hoping for the best," with nowhere to go. The tornado passed through the center of the train.
It was vital to get the train over the crossing, since blocking it would make practically impossible the movement of emergency vehicles from Danville/Junction City to the south end of the county. The brakes went into emergency soon after the engines cleared the crossing, however, and we came to a grinding halt, the engine vibrating as if some gigantic hand were shaking it.
Nine of the 10 mobile homes on a ridge on the west side disappeared. Another one a few yards away on the east side imploded, and I radioed the dispatcher in Somerset that it looked as if Moreland was blowing away. The black-angus cattle in the field on the west side were rolling end over end down the fence-row or twirling around in the middle of the pasture, a funny, puzzled look on their faces. The steeple blew off the church over by Highway 127, which paralleled the tracks. Trees were going down and utility poles were snapping everywhere.
When the wind died down a bit, Allen and I hit the ground to see if anyone was in the flattened trailer nearby and surveyed the situation. The man from the trailer said his family was safe in the adjacent house but bewailed the fact that his 23 guns had disappeared.
Sitting against the engine's fuel tank on the west side was a man who was obviously shaken, dazed and hurting. He said he was standing in his yard a few hundred feet down the track, but in an instant simply landed by or against the train. We helped him home, where his wife was plenty scared, and found out later that he had a severe injury.
Walking south down the tracks, we found pieces of the blown-away trailers and downed trees sandwiched between the cars in the train. Our worst fears were confirmed when we discovered the crossing completely blocked by two overturned boxcars. An automobile was on its side in the yard adjacent to the crossing.
We continued down the tracks, climbing over trees, and met Billy and Mike, who looked as if they had seen ghosts. They told us that cars weighing more than 50 tons empty had been lifted off their wheels intermittently throughout the train and set down beside the tracks or stacked on each other. They had had to claw their way over, under and around trees and other debris. The track was hardly damaged, unbelievable since derailments usually cause severe damage as wheels snap rails and chew up ballast and crossties.
After passing through the train, the twister continued northeast and caused one death locally, as well as considerable damage. As things calmed down, it became deathly still, as if nothing had ever happened, and then the rains came.
We were told to stay there until well after dark, but finally instructed to proceed the 12 miles to Danville. The storm accompanying the tornado had knocked out all power, and there didn't seem to be a light in the whole town. There were no rail-yard employees on duty, and the usually bustling installation was like a ghost town.
If the tornado itself had passed through either end of the train, one can only guess what might have happened. I've seen worse storms at sea, but could not have imagined anything on land like that tornado if I hadn't experienced it, up close and personal.
Jim Clark, of Lexington and formerly of Danville, was a locomotive engineer.|3/16/04|***