Six minutes. And about 20 seconds. And a little over six minutes. Seventeen of our friends were taken from us. 15 were injured. And everyone absolutely everyone in the Douglas community was forever altered. Everyone who is there understands everyone who has been touched by the cold grip of gun violence understands for us. Long, tearful, chaotic hours in the scorching afternoon sun were spent not knowing no one understood the extent of what had happened. No one could believe that there were bodies in that building waiting to be identified for over a day.
No one knew that the people who were missing had stopped breathing long before any of us had even known that a code red had been called. No one could comprehend the devastating aftermath or how far this would reach or where this would go. For those who still can't comprehend because they refused to. I'll tell you where it went. Right into the ground. Six feet deep, six minutes and 20 seconds with an AR 15. And my friend Carmen would never complain to me about piano practice.
Aaron Feis would never call Chiara Miss Sunshine. Alex Shapter would never walk into school with his brother Ryan. Scott Biegel would never joke around with Cameron at camp. Helena Ramsey would never hang out after school with Max. Gina Montalto would never wave to her friend Liam at lunch. Walking all over would never play basketball with Sam or Dylan. Oh, no. Patty would never. Carol Lofgren would never. Chris Hixon would never. Luke Hoyer would never.
Markin Duke. I Quiano would never. Peter Whang would never. All I'll Hi-Def would never. Jamie Guttenberg would never. Meadow Pollack would never. Since the time that I came out here, it has been six minutes and 20 seconds. The shooter has ceased shooting and will soon abandon his rifle, blend in with the students as they escape and walk free for an hour before arrest. Fight for your lives before it's someone else's job.