dresses his wounds as well as the pediatrician of the town of uvalde and he was there with the families at the moment they learned their child would not come home. he will never, ever get those mother s screams out of his head. i raced to the hospital to find parents outside yelling children s names in desperation and sobbing as they begged for any news related to their child. those mothers cries i will never get out of my head, but what i did find was something no prayer would ever relieve. two children whose bodies were pulvarized, decapitated, whose flesh had been ripped apart that the only clue was the blood-spattered cartoon clothes clinging to life and finding none. i can only hope these two bodies were a tragic exception to the list of survivors and as i waited there with my fellow uvalde doctors, nurses, first responders and hospital staff for other casualties we hope to save, they never arrived. all that remained was the bodies of 17 more children, the two teacher
what did you do when you put the blood on yourself? just stayed quiet and then got my teacher s phone and called 911. there was a testimony of the parents of fourth grader lexi rubio. lexi was one of the 19 students killed at robb elementary that day. her mom, kimberly, is a journalist. she was at work at the local newspaper when she first heard reports of a shooting at her daughter s school. she and her husband had just been there. they had just been at the school to see lexi win two awards, a good citizen award and another for receiving all as. it would be the last time they would see their daughter alive. to celebrate, we promised to get her ice cream that evening. told her we loved her and that we would pick her up after school. i can still see her walking with us toward the exit. in the reel that keeps scrolling across my memories she turns her