During my year in Iraq training their civil police I was stationed at the Baghdad Police College, where I served as a team leader to the American instructors and Arabic language translators. We knew that the security procedures in place needed a total revamp, mostly due to the corruption that was (is) prevalent in their society.
We required that everyone trying to access the campus identify themselves with an ID card we issued. Unfortunately, just about anyone could get in by slipping a bribe to one of the guards. We knew we were ripe for an attack, however our boss refused to take any kind of action. We, the other team leaders and I, pleaded with him to no avail.
On December 6, 2005 two al Qaida homicide vest bombers infiltrated the college grounds, and 47 brave police cadets and officers were horribly murdered. Another 85 were sent to area hospitals with severe wounds and injuries.
I brought home the nagging feeling that I (and the other team leaders) should have done more to convince our boss to take action to prevent the attack. This resulted in my developing severe PTSD from the incident.
Fortunately, the University of Texas at Dallas’s Center for Brain Health had programs to treat PTSD in veterans and peace officers, and they accepted me into their care. A yearlong course of cognitive behavior therapy, coupled with repetitive transcranial magnetic stimulation - and a bunch of journaling in my part - helped me overcome my grief at not doing more to prevent this tragedy.
A few months later I attended a Post Critical Incident seminar at the Law Enforcement Management Institute of Texas at Sam Houston State University, where I was exposed to a session of Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR). Through this session I was able to replace the sight I always first saw in my mind, one of my female police officers taking her final breaths, with the image of her smiling face. I still remember the rest of that awful day, but I'm no longer vexed with the sight of seeing the blood running down her face as my initial memory.
So yes. My guilt over not being able to convince my boss to do more to protect us has indeed resolved.
Answer:
Pwede kasi gagawin kang masaya :>
Explanation:
<em><u>click </u></em><em><u>the </u></em><em><u>link </u></em>
<em><u>I </u></em><em><u>couldn't </u></em><em><u>give </u></em><em><u>in </u></em><em><u>t</u></em><em><u>e</u></em><em><u>xt </u></em><em><u>because </u></em><em><u>it </u></em><em><u>says </u></em><em><u>the </u></em><em><u>text </u></em><em><u>is </u></em><em><u>rude </u></em><em><u>:</u></em><em><u>(</u></em>
<em><u>https://justpaste.it/1kefd</u></em>
<h2>
<em>pls </em><em>mark </em><em>brainiest </em><em>:</em><em>)</em><em>)</em></h2><h2 />
Alexandra St. Clair was in love with her college sweetheart Christopher Mason. One day Christopher decides they need a vacation, he makes plans for them to have a wonderful ski weekend. Alexandra's father didn't like Christopher at all and told them both. During their weekend Alexandra had a tragic accident. From that point her father tries to destroy her relationship with Christopher.
Alex's father made me angry. He could plainly see that his daughter was hurt by the breakup. He was a selfish man and had secrets of his own.
I was disappointed with this book because some of the questions were not answered. It was kind of like a movie cliffhanger with no sequel. For example, once Alexandra found out her father sabatoged her relationship with Christopher, she never confronts him. Now I am wondering if Ms. Wilson-Harris created a sequel to answer these questions.
