ER Doctor after losing a 19-year old patient
Realities of War
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Danish photographer Nicolai Howalt has crawled inside the wreckage of numerous car crashes and captured those final moments of impact. There is no gore, no mention of the drivers or details about how the accident or crash happened – yet each car featured has either been in a severe and potentially fatal accident. Collectively they serve as a stark and sombre reminder of the dangers of driving carelessly and without caution on the road.
Summary of Incident
On 08/02/91 in Dallas, Texas the subject fatally shot the victim, a 30-year old white female. Chamberlain was a resident of the same apartment complex and had gone to the victim’s apartment under the pretense of borrowing sugar. Chamberlain left the apartment and return minutes later with duct tape and a rifle. Chamberlain entered the apartment, displayed the weapon to the victim, and forced the victim into a bedroom. Chamberlain taped her hands and feet, and sexually assaulted her. Chamberlain took the victim into the bathroom and shot her one time in the head with a .30 caliber rifle, causing her death. Chamberlain left the apartment and returned to his own apartment.
I want you all to know, everyone with all my heart, soul, mind and strength. Thank you for being here today to honor Falicia Prechtl, whom I didn’t even know. To celebrate my death. My death began on August 2, 1991 and continued when I began to see the beautiful and innocent life that I had taken. I am so terribly sorry. I wish I could die more than once to tell you how sorry I am. I have said in interviews, if you want to hurt me and choke me, that’s how terrible I felt before this crime. I am sorry, it is her innocence and her life which began the remorse every since December 1, 1991. I have embraced life. Thank you for being a part of my life. I love you. May God be with us all. May God have mercy on us all. I am ready. Please do not hate anybody because…….(end of statement)
Twin sister mourns the death of her brother lost to suicide
Sisters last words at the funeral.
“Dad asked me to prepare something. Something small, if necessary, a few words that I could fall back on if it got too difficult. I tried. I wanted to write a text, I wanted to write a great text where people would come home and think, “Wow, that twin sister of his really told us something” But not a single word comes close to how I feel right now. Indescribable. Unbelievable. Unbearable. This year in English we had our “Moment of beauty” proposals. That was a moment of pure happiness. A moment which you could look back at and made you happy. There are great stories that were told in class and then it was my turn. I thought it sounded so stupid. But my moment of beauty was when Lukas came home. The moment I could hold him and that we could tell our stories. “It sounds so stupid,” I said when I started. Actually, it is not stupid. But we find it normal that our child comes home, that our brother or sister comes home, we find that normal but we really we shouldn’t. Actually, we should all cherish every moment when our child comes home or our brother / sister or our best friend. I can not believe that Lukas isn’t coming home. I’m never going to hold him again, we’ll never laugh together anymore. Lukas was…No Lukas is my best friend. The best thing that ever happened to me. We were the perfect twins. I will stay strong, because I promised, and because I do not want mom and dad to lose a second child. I miss you so much, so much. I miss you. I miss you so much. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you. This week I dreamt that you had cancer. in my dream I was crying and crying because I knew you would die. and then I woke up and I was relieved… for two seconds. for those two seconds in which reality does not catch up with me, those keep me going. for two seconds I forgot that you are no longer here. I love you. I love you to death.
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