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