fate moves as it will

i have been rather upset since last night. someone i never knew has met with a cruel and what seems to me senseless death.he was a brave police officer, honest, daring and devoted to his duty.a rising star, battling criminals of every kind, in a risky job, but doing what was required of him.
yet how did he die?not felled by bullets, or stabbed in the chest, or landmined out of existence-things which may well have arisen in the course of his job.
no, he died in a mundane and illogical fashion, as the car he and his associates were driving in, was crashed into by a tanker carrying lemons from a neighbouring state.his driver wasnot driving rash, or trying to speed, nor were they in a precipitous ravine or deep jungle, in pouring rain or at the crack of dawn, giving chase to wrong-doers.
his death is not a rarity.so many heroic people die in banal circumstances when one would think that God Almighty would at least let brave souls live on longer, simply because in their fearless courage, they are superior to those who are mediocre or awful human beings.but death respects noone, let alone swashbucklers.
it was in the twilight moment, on a regular highway, that a hero met his nemesis, reminding us all that the inexorable hand of fate moves with deathly and lethal force, striking when least expected and personifying a cruelty which ultimately makes mortals the mere creatures they are....