In the charming yet usually peaceful amphitheatre of Amphawa district, nestled within the heart of Samut Songkhram, a situation unfolded on a cool Saturday evening that seemed more akin to a high-paced action movie rather than the usual serene evenings locals are accustomed to. Picture this: the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows on the Samut Songkhram-Bang Phae road, a scene dramatically interrupted by the blare of sirens and the unexpected choreography of an unforeseen incident.
It was around 6:30 PM, a time when the sky begins to don its twilight robe, that Pol Sen Sgt Maj Nichet Huayyaem found himself performing the ballet of traffic coordination. With the precision of a seasoned conductor, he was there, amidst the hum of engines, ensuring the seamless passage for HRH Princess Maha Chakri Sirindhorn’s convoy, destined for a ceremonial honouring at King Rama II Memorial Park. Little did he know, his stage was set for an unexpected twist.
Out of the calm, a blue Honda car, driven as if it had stolen Zeus’ lightning bolt, thundered down the road. With reflexes that would put a cat to shame, Pol Sen Sgt Maj Nichet danced back, only to find his next step to be a misstep into the path of a white Toyota Vios, driven by a man whose blood apparently had more alcohol than the local brewery, sending our protagonist into an aerial whirl, dramatically altering the night’s script.
Security cameras, those silent sentinels of modern society, captured this dance of destiny, suggesting an underlying rivalry between the two chariots, their drivers locked in a dangerous duel, heedless of the world around them. Amidst this chaos, Pol Sen Sgt Maj Nichet was swept up, not in applause, but in pain, bearing the brunt of this high-speed folly.
Whisked away to Somdej Phra Phutthaloetla Hospital with his body singing songs of agony and his leg voicing a particularly poignant solo, our officer became an unintended hero in the narrative of the night. Breathless yet courageous, he became the center of a tale that would echo throughout Amphawa, a reminder of the perils that lace the roads.
The driver of the white Toyota Vios, identified as Pornchai Chusuttisakun, aged 43, and considerably more intoxicated than any man with a steering wheel ought to be, recounted his side of the tale with the shock still dancing in his eyes. Driving on what he thought was the correct side of paradise, he was jolted into reality by the blue Honda’s unexpected tango into his lane. The sudden appearance of our police hero in his path was a finale he had not rehearsed for.
With a breathalyzer reading that sang a tune of 240 milligrammes per litre of blood, nearly quintupling the legal chorus of 50mg, it was clear that Mr. Chusuttisakun had been orchestrating his own downfall, one reckless sip at a time.
Meanwhile, at the helm of concern and care, Pol Maj Gen Somphob Khuhawichanan, the maestro of Samut Songkhram’s police symphony, along with the diligent Pol Col Phetkla Taweekan, are keeping their watchful eyes and hopeful hearts tuned to the recovery of Pol Sen Sgt Maj Nichet. This tale, though laced with tragedy, is a stark reminder of the fragile dance between duty and danger, and the unscripted heroes who emerge from the shadows to keep the rhythm of safety alive in the heart of Amphawa.