Continued from above.
I then went over the slaughter house. the
> medical SRP building. No human should ever have to see what that looked
> like. and I won't tell you. Just believe me. Please. there was nothing
> to be done there. Someone then said there was someone critically wounded
> around the corner. I ran around (while seeing this floor to ceiling
> window that someone had jumped through movie style) and saw a large
> African-American soldier lying on his back with two or three soldiers
> attending. I ran up and identified two entrance wounds on the right side
> of his stomach, one exit wound on the left side and one head wound. He
> was not bleeding externally from the stomach wounds (though almost
> certainly internally) but was bleeding from the head wound. A soldier was
> using a shirt to try and stop the head bleeding. He was conscious so I
> began talking to him to keep him so. He was 42, from North Carolina , he
> was named something Jr., his son was named something III and he had a
> daughter as well. His children lived with him. He was divorced. I told
> him the blubber on his stomach saved his life. He smiled. a young
> soldier in civvies showed up and identified himself as a combat medic. We
> debated whether to put him on the back of a pickup truck. A doctor (well,
> an audiologist) showed up and said you can't move him, he has a head
> wound. we finally sat tight. I went back to the slaughterhouse. they
> weren't letting anyone in there. not even medics. finally, after about
> 45 minutes had elapsed some cops showed up in tactical vests. someone
> said the TBI building was unsecured. They headed into there. All of a
> sudden a couple more shots were fired. People shouted there was a second
> shooter. a half hour later the SWAT showed up. there was no second
> shooter. that had been an impetuous cop apparently. but that confused
> things for a while. meanwhile I went back to the shooter. the female cop
> had been taken away. a medic was pumping plasma into the shooter. I'm
> not proud of this but I went up to her and said "this is the shooter, is
> there anyone else who needs attention...do them first". she indicated
> everyone else living was attended to. I still hadn't seen any EMTs or
> ambulances. I had so much blood on me that people kept asking me if I
> was ok. but that was all other people's blood. eventually (an hour and a
> half to two hours after the shootings) they started landing choppers.
> they took out the big African American guy and the shooter. I guess the
> ambulatory wounded were all at the SRP building. Everyone else in my area
> was dead.
> I suppose the emergency responders were told there were multiple
> shooters. I heard that was the delay with the choppers (they were all
> civilian helicopters). they needed a secure LZ. but other than the
> initial cops who did everything right, I didn't see a lot of them for a
> while. I did see many a soldier rush out to help their fellows/sisters.
> there was one female soldier, I don't know her name or rank but I would
> recognize her anywhere who was everywhere helping people. a couple
> people, mainly civilians, were hysterical, but only a couple. one
> civilian freaked out when I tried to comfort her when she saw my uniform.
> I guess she had seen the shooter up close. a lot of soldiers were rushing
> out to help even when we thought there was another gunman out there. this
> Army is not broken no matter what the pundits say. not the Army I saw.
> and then they kept me for a long time to come. oh, and perhaps the most
> surreal thing, at 1500 (the end of the workday on Thursdays) when the
> bugle sounded we all came to attention and saluted the flag. in the
> middle of it all. this is what I saw. it can't have been real. but this
> is my small corner of what happened.