Three Appeal Court Judges have just reduced the sentences of these two criminals
for doing this to PC Daniel Coffill (shown below).
‘Leaving a 21-year-old police officer in a coma was not enough for two thugs, who later “gloated” about their vicious attack’.
One year on, PC Daniel Coffill is still in a vegetative state and needs round-the-clock care.
Now the despicable yobs responsible for this tragedy have both had their original sentences reduced.
But while Jack Turner and Lance Samuels can expect to return to society in less than five years, the reality is very different for PC Coffill and members of his family.
Describing her son’s existence as an “empty shell”, Margaret Gardhouse says there is very little chance her son will ever recover. She feeds him through a straw.
Turner and Samuels will soon be walking the streets again, while a promising police career is over and a family left devastated.
‘If it had been the judges father, brother, husband or boyfriend who crossed paths with these animals, would we have had today’s decision?’.
Turner and Samuels spat at PC Coffill’s car, punched him and then kicked him as he lay unconscious before fleeing. Mind you, if he had managed to fight back the IPCC would have probably ‘had’ him anyway..
You could not make this up.
(originaly, there were over 200 comments on this story. I have left only one, from the injured officers brother. The rest were so controversial that I nearly got bounced off the web!!)
I am appalled by the judgement made by the appeal court, the original sentences in my opinion were not long enough anyway and now this pair of scum are celebrating having their sentence cut whilst my brother has a life sentence in a vegetative state without any life.
A few words to the scum:
I’ve seen the sun rise, but as of late permanent sun set I burn sess, as the tears fall from my eyes,
I can’t make sense, my worlds been tipped on its head,
So I journey forth surrounded by the shadows instead,
I cry red mist but anger never seems to evaporate,
My dreams, retaliation scenes,
What I would do n what I wouldn’t hold back from,
17 years combined now where’s the justice in that son?
I wanna spit in the faces of devils in the docks,
Twistin the knife while they’re beggin me to stop,
Laugh to my self when I think of they’re anguish,
They’re names spell nothing to me but foul language,
The clock ticks, & I know theres no goin back,
Theres nothing that can change or make amends for this fact,
A young life cut short from a prosperous future,
Now heavily relyin on science n the computer,
Each breath that I take is like a shot to the heart,
I’m like a two part drama without the second part,
Balllin up my fist lashin out at the air,
Thrown head first into a sea of despair,
Satan can sodomise them for all that I care,
Hope they rot in hell n see they’re families there,
Suicides too easy I wanna kill ‘em myself,
Bare witness to the sickness as I’m takin they’re health.