Of the humanitarian worker called david haines. we had all gone to our beds. i m sat on the side of my bed undressing and my phone began to ring. it was three minutes past 11 at night. and there was a blackness inside of me. because i knew it was the call that i had been dreading since day one. it was my team leader here in london telling me that david was no longer with us. and i gathered my family together. i took my mum s hands. and told her her son
And laughter and hope. ..hope my brother would come home safe. my phone began to ring. it was three minutes past 11:00 at night. and there was a blackness inside of me. because it was the call that i d been dreading since day one. as my team leader here in london, told me that david was no longer with us. and i gathered my family together, i took my mum s hand. we told her her son couldn t be hurt anymore. that was truly the worst night of my life.
I m sat on the side of my bed undressing and my phone began to ring. it was three minutes past 11 at night. and there was a blackness inside of me. because i knew it was the call that i had been dreading since day one. it was my team leader here in london telling me that david was no longer with us. and i gathered my family together. i took my mum s hands. and told her her son couldn t be hurt any more. that was truly the worst night of my life.
It was three minutes past 11 at night. and there was a blackness inside of me. because i knew it was the call that i had been dreading since day one. it was my team leader here in london telling me that david was no longer with us. and i gathered my family together. i took my mum s hands. and told her her son couldn t be hurt any more. that was truly the worst night of my life. terrorists with any attack