Soldier In Arms Narrative

I stood tall as if I was a soldier in arms. I pulled my shirt down and without hesitation, I walked to the girl. I escorted her to the door. She gave me a crazed look with her coffee brown eyes. Before she left the mall, I held her arm tighter to prevent her from leaving so soon. “Listen to me, this man has a mental illness. There is no way that any of these guys are going to bust here and not kill somebody. Now, what I want you to do is find the officer in charge of the negotiations with this guy and tell him that this guy has schizophrenia. Make sure he knows that he won’t stop until somebody calms him down,” I said in the most serious tone of voice. “Okay,” she said with a mousy voice. I let her go. She started to walk away. Then, she looked back at me as if I was her savior. “You’re not coming with me?” she asked with a shaking voice. “No, I have to stay here and make sure that …show more content…
I didn’t want to deal with that man in charge of saving everybody’s lives. You know when you are in charge of saving lives, it’s best that you save everybody’s lives even if you don’t like the fact that they are a shooter in a mall. Okay, the gunman could not help being born with the chance of having schizophrenia. Also, he sure as heck could not help getting the disease after having that chance. It wasn’t his fault for being that way. Yes, he murdered a man. Yes, he’s insane but everyone is insane for one reason or the other. Some might think I’m crazy for saying those things but that’s their opinion. They have a right to it and so do I with mine. In my opinion, everyone needs help with one thing or other. Whether, they receive or not is on them. It’s funny. At first, I hated the gunman for killing a man. Now, I feel terrible because he was so misunderstood for having his mental illness. I’m not saying that what he did was justified. I’m simply saying that he should have been taken care of by somebody or none this would have