My Murder Boddy-Personal Narrative

In February of 2008, I was sitting in a General Court Martial proceeding to defend myself against third-degree murder charges, which arose from a raid my platoon conducted in the rural areas outside of Kirkuk, Iraq. On the night of June 23, 2007, my Platoon Sergeant (PSG) shot and killed a detainee that we had captured early that evening. Realizing what he had just done, my PSG gave me an order that would eventually have me implicated in his crime. I was acquitted of the murder charges, but found guilty of assault through my own testimony. The fact of the matter is, I had a psychotic Platoon Sergeant; Trey Corrales was the walking definition of “Toxic Leadership.” Under the control of Trey Corrales, serving in this platoon was one of the

It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.

What if you were sent to jail for a robbery that excelled to a murder that you didn’t commit. Well this event happened to a young black boy, named Steve, that was influenced by his environment. The crime that Steve was a part of was robbery and first degree murder.The reason he took part in these events are unknown, but one thing that is certain is he will be charged and have to be proven innocent or guilty. What do you think? Will Steve be proven innocent or guilty of the crimes he was charged with? In all honesty Steve should be held accountable for the robbery with his associate’s James King and Bobo Evans but not for the charge of first degree murder of Mr. Nesbitt (the drug’s store owner). After reading all the evidence it can be proven

Boddy and that everyone must hand him over to the police. Mr. Boddy then reaches out for his suitcase and hands each one a gift with a weapon in it - a wrench, a candlestick, a lead pipe, a knife, a noose and a revolver. He also suggests that if they can kill the butler with their weapons and destroy the evidence and switches off the light. There is gunshot and when Mrs. Peacock switches the light to see Mr. Boddy on the floor being declared dead by Professor Plum.

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I am trying to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy. So far, the suspect's are Mrs.Peacock, Professor Plum, and Miss Scarlett. Entering into Professor Plum's house. I saw him in his house with a dagger on his table beside him. He said "he had it for safety." So I started searching his house and found nothing, so I left.

Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.

I had a unique childhood, unlike any other. Just to let you know when I say a unique childhood, I mean a dangerous childhood. For example, The time when I saw Johnny stabbing Bob Sheldon right in front of my eyes!! It was terrifying. Now that I am older and reflect on my past events, I realize that many of those things were truly life threatening. Although the stabbing incident led to Bob's death; I believe that Johnny isn't responsible for the murder, in fact, I know that Bob alongside his friends and family are the ones who caused the tragedy.

Every day when I awaken to see shadows of your irregular heartbeat imprinted onto the bed sheets - but maybe that's just my imagination. For many years, you have disappeared from my side. Yet I can still feel your lingering presence.

It was a cold night on May 16th. The air was crisp as winter leaves. I can remember the gunfire as if the bullet was just shot. The man that shot the bullet was filled with greed and power and was just a little over 6 feet tall; that was the man that killed my parents on that cold night.

When I would see the attack I would fill with fear and adrenaline. I would act completely different and try to call the police. I can imagine that when I was watching I would get very nervous and energetic I might even have to enter the phone number for the police an couple of times because I entered it wrong. I would try to see what was truly going on before I tried to intervene. I would see if she was really getting attacked. Then I would wait in till after the man left, I would go outside and try to see if I could help. I have training in first aid. I would try to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding. But I would panic as soon as the man came back to finish his work. I might throw myself at him or I could run away, but I know that I would try to do something without really thinking it through. The adrenaline would make me act quicker but not think a much as what I am going to do. It is hard for me to figure out what I would do because I have never felt anything like this before.

As i’m sitting on the floor, numb, confused, and dazed, i try to comprehend what is going on. All i can here is a deep voice telling everyone to stay down. Just a few minutes later everything is back to normal, except the bank that me and my mom are at is a disaster and there are cops right beside me asking questions. Once I come to reality and realize what happened, I have to start talking to a detective with the name of Brian Wilbourn. Right after I get done talking with detective Wilbourn, my friend Jack Winter walks in. While my mom was talking to the officer, me and Jack decided to get some fresh air, so we walk out the bank. Right when we walk out, a black bag goes over our heads.

But then she heard footsteps upstairs when she got to the room she saw 4 military men standing then BOOM Valentina got smacked in the head with a gun. When she woke up she was shivering and was wet that’s when SPLASH they dropped cold water on her. They opened the cage and got her out and took her to the chief. Then she saw Angel and Jose tied she tried to get loose from the men that were grabbing her arms as tight as they could. When she started walking she saw a family being tortured that’s when Valentina bit on of the men in his hand, when she got loose she started running toward her brothers but something stopped her by the hair and it was the CHIEF. Valentina was in front of her parents killers she spitted the CHIEF in the face and Valentina recived a slap. The CHIEF told his men “Look her up tomorrow morning she's not gonna be in this camp site anymore.” Then Valentina started to get worried she didn't know what they were going to do with her brothers. They threw Valentina in the cage but she wasn’t alone. When she turned there was a girl and told Valentina “Hi my name is Belinda what's yours?”, when Valentina introduced herself and told Belinda why she was here, Belinda told her “Do you wanna escape and help your brothers.” Valentina said “Yes but how are we going to escape,” “Well espece in the middle of the night” Belinda said. When it was the middle of the night Belinda had a

So we exit the tunnel to see people slugging around walking slouched and it was unbelievable how many people that were infected by the drones we even seen some flying around we come to the building jb use to live on in Harlem. A drone landed on our vehicle and we heard alomost a rumble but it was just reps coming to get us but we rode to Tremont st and ran to the apartments and went to the basement to come up with a plan T plug said “lets goto the headquarters and blitz them” ced said “say no more that sounds like a plan” we loaded or guns up grabbed extra mags and booked from the basement “I’ll drive yo” said t plug I put the silencer on my Thompson assault rifle and when we pulled to the headquarters I let my window done and me and ced began to knock them off one by onethey gett out of the car and you could hear bullets flying past hitting the car and “kneal” said jb then he threw a grenade that wiped the rest of them out and blew the door open and the head rep that was speaking was hiding under his desk than they grabbed and jumped him for a little while screaming “WHATS THE CURE” he didn’t budge at first than ced started stomping him with his boots than he Screamed “MILKKKKK” than BANG he was dead they dapped up and said “lets get

After everyone ate dessert, I took a tour of the huge mansion. When I got to the second stair- case there was a badger just laying on the step, with blood on it. Then I kept on walking up the steps very carefully. When I got to the top of the steps I noticed Mr. Boddy laying on the floor dead. I wonder who killed him.