Pamela Burrell

My daughter had been hit with a fist in her liver. Her liver had been split into two, she was thrown down the stairs and put into the bedroom in my apartment and left there, and she died there.

I felt guilty about what happened. I felt guilty about leaving my kids, but I was a project mom, so going into the military was supposed to make things better for my family and myself, so I buried her in three days, tried to make sure my other daughter was taken care of. Tried to make arrangements to be able to send money home to my mother for her. And I went back to Saudi to do what I had to do.

I see myself in an apartment some day soon in the future. Would love to have my own restaurant. Right now I just want to be here. I just want to be sane, healthy, just moving along in the process, most of us, if we went through our life falling apart, losing our home, losing our children, going through tremendous depression and hopelessness, we're not the same people.