Norway Attacks

[SoulMonster]

Yes thats the one - it tears me up every time I see it.

It is a series of shots taken from video footage from what I believe was the first helicopter on the scene. The helicopter carried a journalist originally on his way to cover the explosion in Oslo. After the first reports of shooting on Utøya he was redirected there and arrived without knowing what was going on. The journalist has later claimed hat he wasn't aware of what he was filming nor that he actually managed to capture the madman in the footage.

[Max_Power]

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.[Martin Luther King Jr.]

Do you think hed say that about hitler?

Fact of the matter is: he will be jailed. If he fears torture he will transferred to another prison.

Nonetheless, this guy is clearly fucked in the head, no amount of jail time can treat that

[SoulMonster]

"I told XX, who walked with me down the stairs, that my head hurt a lot. He looked at me and said "You have somthing sticking out of your head".



A piece of a window frame after the explosion was going through her head, from chin to top of head, but without damaging any vital or important. She is already back at work.

[SoulMonster]

I have decided to create this blog, actually most of my own. need to have a place to write. I'm going to write from the minute the bastard started shooting to the minute I was safe. I'm going to explain bad events that may be hard to read. The images in my head is still unclear, things have not yet been installed.

We were all gathered in the great hall, we were talking about the Oslo tragedy, the explosion. A half hour later, I sent a message to my friend Annie, "you can get in the cafeteria?" she came and we were planning to go down to the tents to pick up my mobile phone charger. Suddenly, we all run, no one says a thing but all runs. Then I took hold of Annie, said, "run" then all began to yell "run run run".

Then I heard something approaching missiles and thought who the hell names there that mess with this now. Then came the shots. First a shot, then more. We race through the woods, and came to the waterfront. All took hold of mobile phones, called police but did not come through, all called home without getting coverage. We heard the shots were farther away from us and thought he must be on the other side of the island, we let ourselves down in the grass and hoped for the best. I said people had to be quiet, and we had to disperse us.

I ran first alone, then I discovered Annie, grabbed her and ran. We found a friend also came to, we had 4 pieces. We hid ourselves in a rock wall, or we tried. Fucker could have happened to us and shot us, he could have come from both sides, we saw nothing from the angle we were in.

It felt like several hours, but it was minutes. Then insert the messages on my cell, "where are you? Are you hiding? I'm so happy for you" etc. Then came the message from my girlfriend Pernille, "he is at the schoolhouse, he shoots at the door. We are 30 pieces that have kept us. Are you safe?" I answered as briefly as I could, "how does he look? Are there more Scythians? Is he on the way to you? we are hidden but not safe" So I finally got the description of him, he was in police uniform and had a weapon, some had seen that they were two pieces. Were then told that he was coming towards us.

I collected my hands and talking to God, I tried once to keep the others quiet. So I decided to send a message to the leader of the AUF, confirmed that he was in good condition. so I asked "what shall we do? we are 4 pieces hidden in a rock wall" was then only a short answer "swim out" I took hold of the other three and said we had to swim out.

I wanted to assure me that it was safe, I first went out to the water's edge as I see one lying with his head down in the water. I wade out while I look over me and pray to God. I lifted him, put him on the water's edge, takes off his cap, I see that it was a mate. I see the shot in his head, but I had no time to react. I kiss him on the cheek and wade back to the rock face "my". When I see more AUF'ere tucked along the water's edge, and I wade out. Telling them that I have talked with the manager and that we should swim out. I ask the girls bring their credentials in bra and other valuables that can be identified to them. I explain that I have planned a route, we swim far out so that the fucker does not have visibility to shoot at us, even to the right where there is another island and we can land on.

I see all starts to undress, everyone knows it's hard to swim with clothes. Before I went out to swim so I sent a message to the mom, dad, brother and my best friend Robin. I and another swimmer into the water first, and assures me that people come for. It was cold, I felt the cold freezing inside me but focused on keeping their heads above water. I hear people crying that they panic, I'm screaming "keep your head above water, swim out! BREATH!" as I lie on my back, looking out towards the island, where I see bastard. He is in police uniform, he has blond hair, is white skin, I see police cap, I see the weapon. So it seemed like he looked at us, then charged him. Poof, one in front of me was shot, I saw blood pouring out, I swam faster. So I lie on my back again, and look he shoots right down to those who have not yet come out of the water. Just like he realized that he could not see us in the water as he took under him.

I see a buddy about to jump out, and the second, he was shot. In the distance I could see and hear, 2 shots, right in the head. I saw the "explosion" to his head, I saw he was split in two. I saw panic at all, I wanted to land and push everyone into the water or have them run. I tried, I screamed "Swim OR RACE!" but nothing new, it was so much noise. Helicopter over us and that bastard shot.

I lay on my stomach again, so I felt the panic came on me. I knew that my islands would close and the water slowly filled up inside me. I knew my head would go backwards, I felt pain. Then came the panic in my breath, I breathed too fast. Suddenly I hear someone screaming "Emma, ​​I fall together" behind me, it was a girlfriend, I gritted my teeth and swam back, told her "breath. Breath for me and you, breathe, I'm on the road." I took her on his shoulders and said she would swim with their feet. We swam together. I breathed easy. I said within myself, "a swimming cap on mom, one for dad, one for little brother, one for Robin. They are all waiting for me on land." While I talked to her on my back. Suddenly she said "Emma, ​​you're bleeding in the arm" I looked down at my left hand, I see blood. I try to focus on swimming on, I understood why it was so painful in the left arm but would not stop.

Behind me I heard more shots, I heard the screams, I heard the laughter of bastard when he was shot, I heard him yell at us "you will not get away!" I heard everything. So says my friend that she will swim itself, she swam by me and breathed calmly, she was really good. It felt like everything happened for several hours, but I know it was a matter of minutes.

There was a boy swimming with me, I look at him and says "you're small, so your ability to swim," he looks at me and says "Dad is dead," I replied, "do not look behind you, swim to mommy. you are very clever "as he answers me" I thought the police were kind I .. " I collapsed in tears, but focused on providing motivation. The three swam together all the time, I put myself on the back so I can see there are fewer and fewer behind me, I see the fucker even shoot. I say "do not look behind you, swim forward" As I said it so listen and I see a boat, we swim faster.

All three shouted "Thank God. Thank God!" we swam towards the boat. I waved, I screamed "help. Over here!" I said to my friend and the boy that I swim only forward, in case the boat was a lure trick of the bastard that shot. We could not trust anyone! I watched as he lifted me into the boat, he said "you are safe" he hugged me and asked if there was more out there. We drove out to my girlfriend and kid, I said "come on, it is safe," There were several AUF'ere on the boat. All cried, and everyone screamed. We were finally in safe hands, we were going to land and homes.

The boat trip felt like an eternity, and we saw the killer shoot. We sat on the floor so we would not be hit, and finally we saw land. I took the kid first over, then myself, the rest of the gang. We were greeted with a towel and safe hands. I collapsed, I screamed "we are going home. I am confident, we are safe" and hylgråt.

We sat in a car and drove directly to the hospital. That's when I discovered the wound, I saw the blood through the towel. I saw the hole and said, "I've been shot." We drove as fast as we could and finally we were promoting in the hospital.
I was taken by doctors, was told to undress and put on my "hospital clothes" so I was placed in a warm bed. Then the doctor came and studied my wound. He tells me that I had not been in the water so it would have been worse, that the cartridge will lose power and speed as it approaches the water. Fucker must have fired at me and then the cartridge is in water and put in my arm. The doctor said that probably saw the ball fall out but it was leftovers. They got into small pieces with forceps and gave me blood flow and heat in the body. I got everything I needed. Phone to call home, food, heat, water, clothing, etc.

Now the only thing that went in my head "what about the others?" We were the first in the hospital and I was super nervous about the others. I shivered in bed and tears flowed like a waterfall. I tried to sleep but it was of course impossible. Then call FVN to the hospital and would talk to me, I said it was okay. It had not even dawned on me what had happened, I had not even realized it.
After the interview, I was crying for myself, I saw myself in the mirror and cried. I asked my doctor about someone from the College had come in, I got the response "it seems like you're the only one from the College who have given signs of life" I hylgråt and thought the worst. Then I told the doctor that I would be left out and that I and several who were in the hospital should be taken to a hotel nearby. Before I went out as I glanced at the clock, half 9 I calculated in my head, and I must have swum from 17.30 to 20.00. I could not believe it, sometimes it felt like eternity, and other times as minutes. In nearly two hours we were out and swam, completely unreal.

I sat in the taxi with several AUF'ere, but no one I knew. I began to think the worst, I just cried and cried. All began to taxi to talk about what they had seen, and it was completely unreal. When I came out of the taxi as I hear someone say "Emma?" I felt my heart pounding and was so glad to that someone recognized me. I turn and see a buddy from Hedmark, Nadil. I run against Nadil and hugging him for dear life. Then I whispered in my ear that our mutual best friend is dead. I cried on his shoulders, I just cried and cried. Until I know more people are taking hold of me and I see many friends that are there. "Thank God" is everything I say, all the time. It was so lovely to see them live, it was fantastic. I began to ask for people and I ask as I see they are walking in front of me. They all run against each other and we are hugging each other so hard. Joys and sorrows were the feelings that went around then.

So I started to think about deligasjonen mine, I was deligasjonsleder and felt so much responsibility for them. I ran into the building, and the first face I see is my friend from deligasjonen, Janne. We ran against each other and screamed, we cried and cried, we hugged each other so hard. As we stand there as I hear again "EMMA?! EMMAAAA ???!!" and I turn and look more from deligasjonen, they run towards me. and they're all crying, we take a group hug. I feel the tears flowing, I've never cried so much. Suddenly, I count those who hugs me, then I say "we are missing two ???!!" and when I confirmed that two were missing.

It took several hours around the hotel, I look for all the tears fell when we finally found each other. I spoke with several county leaders who were my closest colleagues, some missing 7 other 2 and some not. There was mourning everywhere. Everyone said "I will sign me out from the AUF, everything called politics" and someone said "I can not bear to see the police around here. It's terrible," All talk of hatred, grief, joy for living, tears flowed. I have no words

During the evening we had food, clothes from Norwegian People's Aid, the hotel gave us everything and we are so grateful. Me and Jane slept in the same room, and we were cold and shit all night. There has been absolutely terrible!

Words are so poor in this context. What I feel and say? I can not say anything except thank you, thank you for the concern. thank you so nice words, nice message, nice flowers, fine gifts. Thank you for everything. I am so grateful while I weep in sorrow for all those I have lost. Many of my friends from other counties are dead and several are missing. I can not understand it.

It has not even dawned on me what I have been swimming from, and what I have seen. I see on TV ang event and can not understand it. I see pictures from the island, and I see the camera from the helicopter that was on us. No, I can not understand it. It has not even dawned on me, phsykisk. It takes NOK several days but I notice it on the body.

I'm so tired. I notice the pain. I see the face of the fucker every time I close the islands, I hear his laughter, I hear the shots. I look behind me all the time and I run when I hear loud noises. I think all the time, I can not shed a tear. Feels like it's so empty inside me, I have not even gotten to the stage. I just think, I think of all the missing and dead. I think of myself as I swam, I think that I live. I think that I look forward to seeing all my friends here in Kr.sand that I can hug and thank God that I have seen them, but I make sure they never get to see again and think about the past memories.

Before I conclude I would say, I'm not going to sign me out of politics. Fucker will not stop us, we will not give. We will not be silent! I have so many questions, I have so wanted to meet him again, see him without weapons. I have so much to ask, and I know more people. Why? What was he thinking? All, I need to ask if everything but know I never get answers. Imagine that he took on a uniform to represent security and support, he abused the trust our police. The uniform gives me the fear, sorrow, hatred and all bad feelings. This is so difficult, but we AUF will make it. "We give everything, everything AUF" We are here for each other, no one is alone. I send warm thoughts to all families, and thank you again for your support.

Source: http://utoyahelvette.blogg.no/ Translated with Google Translate.

[pawnshop-guitars]

Wow...that is just awful. Very uncomfortable reading. I am happy to read that the author won't let this put him off politics.

[SoulMonster]

About a thousand shops were damaged by the blast in Oslo.

[ALLLOCKEDUPINSIDE]

I don't know why it's bothering me so much but I haven't heard *anything* on my news channels about the attacks.

Oh but they'll run 10 minute storys on how Amy Whinehouse was so great. 

[SoulMonster]

I don't know why it's bothering me so much but I haven't heard *anything* on my news channels about the attacks.

Oh but they'll run 10 minute storys on how Amy Whinehouse was so great. 

Haha, where you at?

[ALLLOCKEDUPINSIDE]

Haha, where you at?

Minnesota.

[SoulMonster]

Minnesota.

Strange indeed, and even stranger since you have lots of people with Norwegian ancestry (?).

[SoulMonster]

Had to operate patients in critical condition from Utøya in the dark

Ringerike Hospital (AP): When the alarm went from Utøya Ringerike hospital reported that they could accommodate 13-14 patients. Before the night was over they had taken in more than twice as many.

The time is 16.30 at the local hospital in Hønefoss when news of the bomb in the government quarter ahead. The staff gathered and raise readiness, but not really expecting to receive patients from Oslo.

But then, 55 minutes later, comes the first report of shooting in their own neighborhood (Utøya).

Alert is set to red. The first short message is coming from the central: "Many dead, unclear situation." Utøya is barely 20 minutes drive from the hospital.

- We called everyone we could get in. People came in from vacation and back at work after walking off their shifts. There were people coming in all the time, says chief of medical department, Ellinor Heitmann.

Among them was a doctor on maternity leave, and a radiologist who had just quit the hospital and started in the private sector. Department of Surgery at Ringerike and Bærum Hospital, Colin Poole, sits in a police car that races towards the hospital.

He was on holiday vacation in Oslo, but realizes that he needed to work.

- I called the police and asked if I could drive as fast as I could. They said I had to have police escort, so I met the police on the E18. From there they drove me full emergency at the hospital, he said.

In a short time, nearly 200 doctors, surgeons, nurses, cafeteria staff and laundry workers gathered. Without knowing what to expect, they prepared themselves as best they can, gather carpets, prepare rooms, set up emergency reception.

They work in silence. Waiting.

- I am really glad that I did not know the extent of what had happened, because then I could keep my cool. I knew that when a patient arrived, we had the capacity, and I could have sent them right where they should. The communication here worked very well, says nurse and emergency coordinator Lise Hayden Taraldsen.

At 18.15, a new message from the central: "Many died, many injured, and the shooting is still ongoing."

The hospital says that they can take between three and four people with serious injuries, and 10 with minor injuries. 13 nurses are working, and will soon hear stories they almost can not believe is true.

- There was a nurse with all who came to us. They should not be alone. They had experienced so much terrible, I got a lump in my stomach, says doctor at the medical department, Medha Sharma, who was among the first in the emergency.

Emergency express is sent with a surgeon to work on land next to Utøya. At the same time the hospital is secured because the police fear there may be a new terrorist target.

At 19:25 - two hours after the first message - the first patient arrives. Then there are several. And even more.

- The first to arrive had minor injuries. It was the first who had swum ashore, was frozen and had bruises, says nurse Taraldsen.

19.40: surgeon Colin Poole is in place and go into the tactical management team. At the same sign the central reports that the first shot damaged is on its way. While surgery halls are being prepared, the internal medicine doctors are afraid they may have to cope with more than what they can handle.

- I felt very on my own inadequacy, for I have no expertise in gunshot wounds. But we had to do something, so we did our jobs. We made simple medical procedures, wheeled stretchers, brought equipment and talked to young people, says physician at the medical department, Solveig Sæter, to VG Nett.

Doctors, surgeons and nurses still work in silence. No shouting, no running. This is what they have trained.

- We noted well that we've known each other for years, and that we could talk. In this way, it was nice that we noticed that everything worked with us.

With many injured on their way from the ambulance to the operating table, it must be hard priorities.

- It is a rough and difficult priorities. There were many gunshot wounds, both in the abdomen, chest, arms and legs and head. Then we need to prioritize based on who needs life-saving treatment, says chief surgeon Poole.

Among young people who come are a boy who is shot in the lung. Poole, who until then has been part of the tactical management, realized that there is a need for more surgeons.

The boy rolled into the radiology department, but the surgeon realizes quickly that they do not have much time. The boy is dying.

- It was not an image he needed. He was shot in the lung, and was extremely unstable. It was not prudent to move him, so I had to operate in the twilight of the X-ray room. I inserted a drain in his lung in the twilight. Sometimes we have to improvise to make it done right. It went well with him, says Poole.

Poole has previously commented on how the ammunition youths were shot on Utøya, must have been expanding special ammunition.

- The internal injuries they had sustained was absolutely terrible. The fragments are so tiny that I have never seen anything like it, said Poole to the AP then.

The surgeon does not believe the gruesome discovery delayed their work.

- We realized right away that this wasn't something we had seen before. But it is based on the damage you see, and operates accordingly. We train often on major trauma scenarios. It's like a kind of autopilot, you connect the brain and do what you need, he says.

At 20.01 there are 14 patients in Ringerike Hospital, and two more are coming. The hospital has confirmed that seven have been confirmed killed in Utøya, and are asked how many more they can accept.

- In the beginning it is clear we thought, this is going to go? But we could not stop accepting patients. It was too dangerous to send them on to Oslo, the road of Sollihøgda was closed and there was too much for them to drive around, says surgeon.

He believes the efforts of the hospital was a crucial relief for the major trauma departments at Ullevål and Rikshospitalet University Hospital, which has the most experience with complex gunshot wounds.

Yet the strain is high trauma ward at a local hospital, and at 20.25 asking tactical leadership conservatory to send patients to withstand transportation to other hospitals.

During the evening and night taking the hospital received 35 patients, a significant amount for a local hospital. 16 of patients have bullet wounds and between four and five are in critical condition, according to chief surgeon Poole.

All survived.

[jplpool]

Yeah, I'm not reading all of that.
I could, but I can't be arsed.

[Kittay]

Strange indeed, and even stranger since you have lots of people with Norwegian ancestry (?).

A lot of us in U.S. tune in to BBC radio to find out what is going on, outside and even inside of U.S.
It is not encouraged by U.S. media FRANCHISES, who generally control airwaves, because they are not selling ads on it... or are they/we?

I do admit feeling desensitized by "berserk gunman" news stories because it happens here (U.S.) so damn often. Images and words from innocent bystanders you'd posted however, are moving. Reading World Issues threads by regular folks here on the forum is easier for me to personally relate to than available "national" news media. I guess I lost faith in their integrity.

[SoulMonster]

The media has reported for a while that the madmen made at least two phone calls to the police in-between shootings, trying to surrender. Naturally, lots of questions have been raised whether these calls where handled correctly and if it could have been possible to stop the shooting at at earlier time. After the first call the madman continued the massacre for another 26 minutes. He was apprehended about a minute after call no. 2. The police has now released transcripts of these two calls.

Call 1 - 22.07 kl.18.00

Police: 911?

Behring Breivik: Yes, good day, my name is commander Anders Behring Breivik in the Norwegian anticommunist resistance movement.

Police: Yes?

Behring Breivik: I am at Utøya now. I wish to surrender.

Police: Okay, what number are you calling from?

Behring Breivik: I am calling from a mobile phone.

Police: You are calling from your mobile.

Behring Breivik: Yes. It is not my phone, another...

Police: Another...what was your name? Hallo...hallo?

Call 2 - 22.07 kl 18.26

Police: 911?

Behring Breivik: Good day, my name is Anders Behring Breivik.

Police: Yes, hi.

Behring Breivik: I am commander of the Norwegian Resistance Movement.

Police: Yes, hi.

Behring Breivik: Can you transfer me to the leader of Delta?

Police: Yes...where are you from, and what is this about?

Behring Breivik: I am at Utøya.

Police: You are at Utøya, yes.

Behring Breivik: I have finished my operation, so I wish to...surrender.

Police: You wish to surrender, yes.

Behring Breivik: Yes.

Police: What was your name again?

Behring Breivik: Anders Behring Breivik.

Police: And you are commander in....?

Behring Breivik: Knights Templar Europe is the name of the organization, but we are organized in...the Anticommunist and Norwegian Resistance Movement against Islamification of Europe and Islamification of Norway.

Police: Yes.

Behring Breivik: We have just finished an operation on behalf of the Knights Templars.

Police:Yes...

Behring Breivik: Europa and Norge.

Police: Yes...

Behring Breivik: And since the operation as ended, so...it is acceptable to surrender.

Police: You wish to surrender to Delta?

Behring Breivik: Can you, can you transfer me to leader of Delta?

Police: Yes, you are actually speaking with on who, in a way, is in charge.

Behring Breivik: Ok, just find out what you need and then call me on this phone, don't...

Police: Hm, but what number?

Behring Breivik: Great, bye!

Police: I don't have your number! Hello

[SoulMonster]

Two hours after the bomb in the ministries, while staff at Police HQ is coordinating efforts and working to find out where the perpetrator is, a police officer at the HQ received a call from her daughter who is on Utøya.

The phone call is short, and the cop gets up, asks for the word and tells his colleagues that his terrified daughter called and told that there is shooting at Utøya, and that a significant number is already dead.

The clock is 17.30, and it is ten minutes after Breivik had opened fire on youths in Utøya.

- I can confirm that there was a phone. We understood right away that it was serious, and it resulted in that we sent emergency squad to Utøya immediately, said police inspector Einar Aas, who was acting chief of staff when the phone arrived.

The police officer whose daughter is on Utøya, sits down and continues his work, while the Delta force cars already on the way to Utøya, eight minutes before the request for assistance came from northern Buskerud Police District.

[...]

Delta squad was already on full alert, since the police considered it likely that there would be more attacks.

The policeman who got the phone, got first told several hours later that his daughter had survived long after he knew that at least 50 young people were dead.

Source: http://www.aftenposten.no/nyheter/iriks/article4210079.ece