Personal Narrative: Six Shots That Killed My Best Friend

It was a very tragic situation, an officer should always know who/what they are shooting at every time they pull the trigger. It is a hard story to read and the radio talk amongst the police is even worse. After the officers had fired their weapons, in the graphic footage from one of the officers body cams, you could hear the two officers talking. An officer can be heard in the footage

A black man within military training skills stalks law enforcement officers and ignored the people around him as he shot anyone wearing a badge or showing representation that they were a cop. Louisiana State Police Colonel Mike Edmond said, “These officers were intentionally targeted and assassinated. It was a calculated act.” Three of the officers that were killed was 32-year-old Montrell Jackson, 41-year-old Matthew Gerald, and 45-year-old Brad Garafola. Long carried two rifles and a pistol as he parked his car parked at a gas station and store nearby. Before Long can get any nearer to the police, a SWAT unit took down the gunman with a different tactic in which Dabadie called it, “a helluva shot.” Dabadie pointed at the map saying, “After

Went shooting for the first time today and I must say I am hooked!!! Shot both the AR-15 (and no AR does not stand for Automatic Rifle...) as well as the Glock 19. Of the two my favorite was the AR-15. Of course had to go in repping YAL and all the work they do to maintain our freedoms and liberties. God bless the 2nd

Anyone who values the lives of other humans so little that he or she is willing and make the decision to kill, is the true scum of the Earth. They deserve no fame and no recognition for what they did. Now putting their faces on the news does have it benefits too, letting everyone know that there will be punishment, and his or her face can be a target at the gun range. So both sides have some good points, but I believe Sheriff John Hanlin is right when he didn’t put the name and face up of the Oregon shooter, he believes that keeping the identity hidden will help cut down on his or her glorification. Instead we should promote heroes and put them in the newspapers. The Oregon shooting saw one such example when army veteran, Chris Mintz, charged the shooter and was shoot seven times

The sniper then cried over his brother's dead body and took his dog tag.While this was happening the rest of the snipers allies came to the aid of him to help with his wound, not knowing he was crying, because of the death of his brother. They took the sniper back to their base and there his wound was treated. Later, since they won that battle they had a celebration. The sniper was still sad, because he killed his brother, but he still celebrated with the rest of the soldiers. No one notice that the sniper was sad except his best friend.

Ten minutes till the shoot was to begin, and Michael was very quickly, very desperately trying to make sure everything was ready. He ushered out the assistants, made sure the lighting in the room was perfect, that the bed was soft and comfortable, and that everything that could be sorted out, was sorted. Normally he was never this frantic or thorough over the last year or so of his career, but when it was a new model that he wanted to impress? That he wanted to encourage? Then he pulled out all the stops and made sure that everything was going to be good. He didn’t want to just wow her, he wanted to ensure a lasting, professional relationship. And to encourage her to keep being a model if that was her desire.

When the gunshot rang through my ears, I, as well as everyone around me was stunned in confusion, fear, and lack of comprehension. They looked around to see where the bullet had landed and noticed him, a man in his late forties looking down at his stomach. The hand that covered the area was stained with a thick, dark red color that coated his clothing. The crowd drew away from him as he fell to his knees, just realizing that he’d been shot and he was going to die. When he looked up at the police, they looked away, ashamed of their actions and unaware of the impact his death would have on his family, his friends.

“Look at me, I said look at me when i'm talking to you!” I told my son as i asked him if he was selling drugs. My son Christopher Wallace born May 21st 1972 in New York raised by only me went from rock bottom to the top of the world, well for a moment. It all began when dropped out of school to support his girlfriend and their baby they had on the way. In the streets of New York he stood in front of our apartment complex selling drugs with what i call “bums”. My son did anything for money even if it meant selling drugs to a pregnant women. He sold drugs for a very long time, until eventually one day an undercover police caught him dealing drugs. He tried to run away from the police but they eventually caught him. That

My heart drops. How could this be happening? Why here? Why here ever? I prayed Please God, make this go away. Restore my happiness. As I finish, I see a nurse having a panic attack. I start to panic myself. A few minutes went by. Boom Boom Boom . As everyone quiets down, all they could think about was the identity of this person. Who is he? Was he the shooter? “NYPD!” an officer yells out from behind the door. I can

I met some girl and she was telling me about how she wanted to protect her family but she couldn't shoot the gun.She couldn’t keep her family from being murdered because the thought of killing was too much for her. She handed me the .45 magnum she had and said, "if you can shoot that gun without having second thoughts, you can have it." Having strong morals about killing someone to prevent more lives from being lost, I accepted her challenge. I made my way down the stairs and passed where my family was. As I passed by, they looked at me in confusion because I had a gun. I made me way to the testing booth to fire the six shots I had. The targets were wanted posters that had mugshot photos. A vision appeared. A vision of then when each convicted killer was a child rather than

It was the day that changed everything. The day that someone had died. Isaiah Thompson a 17-year-old boy shot dead in an alleyway. Nobody knows why he died or why he was shot dead in front of his best friend, Kirsha Campbell. Kirsha is a 16-year-old girl who saw her friend die. Being the best friend of his from birth, they have known each other since forever. They do everything together. Both have two younger siblings and live right next to each other and live in a nice neighborhood, as we thought they did. That night in that alley, shot dead not to be seen ever again. It was right after basketball practice, the day before finals. Heading to Kirsha’s place for a study session they took a shortcut which leads to a

The children were out and playing on the playground, almost as if nothing had ever happened. I started crying when we were standing there, the red stains of blood still on the dark cement. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I can still hear the shots in my dreams and nightmares. The cries of agony and the screams of horror. I turned around and looked at the neighborhood. It had never been the same since the shooting, and the weird thing is that, no one really knew him.

Through experiences in my life, I have learned that I can make a real difference in the lives of other people. As a healthcare professional, I will be able to touch human lives in such a close and intimate way, that no other career can offer. I will be able to help a cancer patient to fight for their life or put a bandage on a child’s hand. I like to overcome challenges, and I want to gain more knowledge about life, the human body, and diseases. I seek a career where my compassionate and caring personality together with my thirst for knowledge will be well satisfied.

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Putting people to death, judged to have committed certain extremely heinous crimes, is a practice that’s been around for along time. In the later half of the twentieth century, it has become a controversial issue. As a supporter of the death penalty, I consider this to be a good thing for my country and its citizens. Capital punishment deters crime. Statistics prove consisted application of the death penalty deter crime. No executed murdered has ever killed again. For many years, Criminologists have thought to believe the death penalty has no affect as deterrence to homicides. From 1972-1976, a suspension was place on capital punishment. The United States had 9,140 murders in 1960 where 56 people were executed. Nine years