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Jared Lee Loughner

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The only thing he said was -- I asked him, I said, what in the world did you do something like this for? And he didn't answer me. And I had my left hand. I was choking him. And the other individual had his knee on the back of his neck. About that time, the other individual put a lot more weight on his neck. And it pushed his face right into the sidewalk. And he hollered, ow, ow, ow, ow. And that was the only thing he said.
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Bill Badger, Army National Guard Colonel (retired) who helped capture Loughner. — Wolf Blitzer (January 9, 2011). "Alleged Arizona Gunman in Court". The Situation Room (CNN). Retrieved on 2011-01-11. 

 
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