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Originally Posted by lcarus
Yep. If I was witness to his suicide I think I would get over it. I definitely don't think it will "haunt Pioli and Crennel for the rest of their lives" or whatever bullshit. Yeah I'm sure it's a moment they won't soon forget, but if it was me...the ****er chose to murder someone and then chose to murder himself. I can't feel that bad for him. I mean, yeah, it's a shame the guy had whatever mental issues that probably caused him to murder and kill himself, but ultimately he's an asshole.
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Nonsense, you just don't know what it is like to be in a place where you could possibly make a difference in a person's life, yet not be able to help them due to their own choosing.
1978, I worked for the volunteer fire department & rescue squad in the town I grew up in. We got a call in the early afternoon on a traffic accident 5 miles south of town. I always kept my gear in the car, I left work at the local gas station and beat the units in place, 1st on the scene. All I had at the time of arrival was my personal fire gear, no tools from the truck or responding units.
As I arrived, I found a 1972 Chevy PU in flames in the engine compartment. Of all the cars backed up on this 2 lane road, nobody anywhere had a fire or extinguisher or any kind of heavy tools, bars, etc. to help pry a guy trapped behind the wheel. The fire truck was a good 3 - 4 minutes away and the flames are getting worst as the oil & fuel starts to burn.
The horrifying screams,the burnt flesh, the shock in disbelief of standing there not being able to do anything was a very hard thing to handle. Has it stayed with me my whole life ? Uh, Yeah, sure in time , time heals, but it did take some time to do just this. Here I am, a 20 + year old kid and seeing my first death, in a very horrible turn of events.
I got back into my car after the clean up, I had left the radio on and heard Michael Johnson's "Bluer Than Blue" song. To this day, if I ever hear it, it brings back that memory.
A year later as a police officer in the same town, a kid my brother grew up with that was a good friend of the family was killed in a motorcycle accident. An hour earlier I had stopped the driver of the cycle to calm down as he drove through town, I told Robert the passenger he needed a helmet on. He told he would but didn't, we picked him up off the pavement faced down, dead after bouncing down the road.
Same song about an hour later came on.... That song triggers memories of incidents in the past.
But time heals, it does have some lasting consequences to some people.