| Gruesome |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|04:46 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  distressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None- Not in a musical mood! | ] |
Had to work another *fun* homicide. It was so bloody hot in the building she was found in, well over 100F with no air circulation. A dog found her before we did and he made a meal out of her arm. To the bone, from mid upper to mid lower and a chunk out of the thigh. The flies left their little gift of maggots too.
Tell me again why I do this job. |
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To stop whoever did that to her doing it to someone else. To help give closure to people's families and those that love them. Because no one should get away with murder.
But I can try and imagine how discouraging it gets, because you don't generally get to see the people whose lives you've saved - neither you or they ever know that they might have been next if your work hadn't helped to put *insert killing person here* out of circulation. Whereas the people who do get killed are right there in front of you. I can see why you feel burned-out and discouraged at times, though. | |
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