Death and Life as a Victim of Homicide

By Mitchell Krautant

What happens to a genius that dies in a coma and gets taken to the Hereafter by three of God's Angels? 

How does he handle it when he comes back to life?

This story covers all those questions. You would be amazed to learn that this is a true story, and that the mover to the Hereafter then recovered from b

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mr.
• Release date: Oct 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781952740121

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Death and Life as a Victim of Homicide

Table of Contents

A BRIEF RENDITION OF MY PAST

THE BEGINNING OF THE RECOVERY

MOVEMENT TO T’S HOUSE

PREPARATION FOR THE TRIAL OF BEING A MURDER VICTIM

ATTORNEY’S SUMMARY OF WHAT HAS OCCURRED

PREPARATION FOR THE MURDER I WAS A VICTIM OF TRIAL

RECEIVING THE SETTLEMENT

SETTLEMENT MONEY AND WRITING

GETTING MY BOOK EDITED

Bibliography

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This is a story about what it is like to be a victim of homicide. It is a true story.

My name is Mitchell Krautant. When I was 18 years old, I joined the United States Marine Corps (USMC). In it I was trained as a Sniper, then joined and passed the indoctrination for Force Reconnaissance Company, then after that 4-year period was up I went to the Mountain Warfare Training Center (MWTC) to train Special Forces soldiers how to fight in the mountains of Afghanistan. I was in for 11 years, then I got out.

The reason I got out before my 20 years was up was because in Force Recon, I had gone to parachute school and got injured. We started the course in the Wind Tunnel which had a fan in the floor blowing the servicemember upwards and it had a net over it to keep people from colliding with it. I was flying above it and the instructor that was flying above me crashed into my back and knocked me upright. I floated upwards about 40 feet and fell head-first into the barrier of cloth and fiber around the fan. I almost broke my neck, and my leg twitched and got knocked over and almost sounded like it had broken.

I went before an instructor who said I could drop out of the class. I avoided it and took the pain on and told him I could handle it. So, I went and jumped for the rest of the course and did so with severe injuries.

My injury and pain lasted until my second Force Recon deployment and through my time climbing mountains in pain in the MWTC area. I realized that I was never going to be able to rejoin Force Recon again with such injuries that would not heal, and I didn’t want to go to Headquarters and do a desk job with ordinary Marines, so I departed the Service with an Honorable Discharge.

My training with Force Recon went through my head as I was being murdered and needed to find a way to survive. The murder occurred in November 2013, when I was 39 years old. During my coma I believe I died for a spell. Then I woke up from unconsciousness and brain damage some 8 months later… in July 2014. I have recovered a lot. This is the story about that event, the recovery, and the trial I had over the murderers I survived.

This is a true story.

I go back and think of the things that have happened to me since I was born. Many of them are negative things. For example. When I was in 9th grade one day my mother came home all upset and put me and my sister in the car. We drove a state away to my uncle’s house to stay and wound up staying there for two semesters of High School. On the way there, my mother told me about how she had gotten in an argument with my father and had tried to run him over with her car, to kill him. I told her that such a thing was murder on her part, and she got all upset and started to curse at me.

That changed my life. I immediately began to think negatively about things I was around and began to expect the worst out of people.

My mother took a trip by herself to Washington State and left us in the other state. She was upset and seeking to improve her job. She eventually got a place up there and brought us back up there at the end of a semester.

My mother didn’t like me after that and started to tell my teachers the lie that I was schizophrenic. Thus, I had to live with being treated like a person with severe disability when the truth is that I am a genius.

I eventually started to drop out of High School, feeling abused… but the Iraq war had just started and there were news articles on the Marines there and I wanted to join. So, I moved out of my mother’s house when I was 17 years old and talked to a recruiter. He told me that I would have to finish High School to join the Marines. So, I went to Secondary School and got my diploma that a-ways. I joined the Marines and was accepted.

In the Marines, I took an Intelligence Quotient (IQ) test and got a 142 IQ points on it. The avaerage person gets around a 100. Mine was the IQ of a Genius…15 points away from being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. That was what it measured after the trouble I had in High School, so there is the possibility that it could be higher than 145 points. But then again, I had brain injury in 2013 that persists today. Perhaps the brain injury has reduced my intelligence. Then again, perhaps it has increased it. I won’t know until I take an IQ test and get the score.

So, that time was rough, in High School, but then I joined the Marines, and in the Marines joined the most elite unit they have… arguably the best Special Forces Unit in the world! It is called Force Reconnaissance Company.

I learned a lot about self-defense when I was in the military. It started in Boot Camp and proceeded throughout the training. It was on my mind for the duration of my training, it was on my mind when I went to prison after the military, and it was on my mind afterwards, during the incident where I was killed and recovered. Now it is not on my mind so much because I am handicapped and disabled and unable to stand right to fight right. But there is an aspect of it on my mind in relation to surviving murder and what I must do to keep on surviving.

This story will start out talking about what I was doing in the city that I was killed in. Then it will go into the ramifications of the event as it occurred. Then it shall go into my recovery from the violence and what I did afterwards. It is a divine story. Finally, it shall tell you about the trial I had over the issue and what came of the hearing. That hasn’t happened yet. The other things have. I hope the trial turns out okay.

But first I shall summarize my past for you… because it plays a big role into how this was handled.

A BRIEF RENDITION OF MY PAST

I joined the USMC in November 2012. It was a take-on event in life from the horrible High School years I had where I was unjustly treated like a schizophrenic. I wasn’t. I showed signs of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) from being abused by my so-called mother. I call her so-called because when I was 3, I was told by my grandparents of my father’s side that she had killed my real mother! That alarmed me and I never trusted her as a matter of fact be cause of it.

That is why I moved out of her house and finished a Secondary School instead of High School and joined the Marine Corps.

My time there was fantastic! I started out joining the Sniper Platoon in 2nd Battalion 4th Marine Regiment and learned a high caliber of shooting. In Sniper School I scored a perfect score on the range, a 100% and won a big Hog’s Tooth .50 caliber round necklace from it. Nice! My coworkers really enjoyed it and looked and asked me for knowledge about stalking and shooting. See, I was an expert at both!

That is to be expected of someone like me who has an IQ measurement of 145 points… a Genius.

We went on drills all over Camp Pendleton, the Marine Corp Base in Southern California. We stalked everywhere on base. Then we went on deployment on board a U.S. Naval Ship to Okinawa, Japan. We lived on a camp there on both the first and second deployment of mine. We swam out in the ocean to an island of rock and a cave in it out in the waters. We ran an obstacle course against other units and won. We competed and won. The Snipers were an excellent brand of soldier.

I did well in all the competitions. I lead in them. The troops all liked me!

Then after the second deployment, after about 4 years, I joined Regimental Reconnaissance for a year. When training for them I fell down a cliff at the bottom of a gulley and almost broke my leg. I was at the time scheduled to attend in about a month from them an indoctrination for acceptance into the 1st Force Reconnaissance Company… which is the most elite Special Forces Unit in the USMC, and some would say in the whole world! I kept training anyways, injured.

I took the indoctrination on time. It was severe exercise all day long from sun-up to dusk without any breaks in it at all. It was extremely stressful, but I didn’t only pull it off, but I also got 1st place in the event. There were other guys running it, and a lot of them dropped out. I didn’t.

There was one guy who almost beat me. His name was Captain Kapitulik. He ran fast. I wound up training with 1st platoon and Kapitulik went to 5th platoon. I trained with 1st platoon throughout the field, jumping, diving, swimming, direct-action exercises and went on a deployment twice with them. On the first deployment we got word that 7 members of 5th platoon had died in a helicopter crash on board the USNS Pecos. They had died doing the exact same training that we had done on the same ship, and as a result we in 1st platoon started to get visions of being in a crash in the helicopters that we rode on and attempting to take measures to survive it. We would do drills on board the helos that we didn’t usually do to practice what we would do if it crashed. We thought of dying a lot because there was no way to stop it. We all had PTSD as a result.

The PTSD carried over into how we continued to train and do things. People would do things interrupted. Others would get aggressive and yell. But we all knew the reason for it and gave them some leeway. That carried on for my second deployment with Force Recon… my 4th deployment overall.

That PTSD played a big part into my mindset when I was facing brain damage and recovering from the comalike conditions I was in before I got to Loma Linda VA Hospital in 2014. I will get into that later. I’ll also get into how calling for artillery fire or air support played a part in my memories of what had occurred during the incident. I shall get into that later too.

Now, leading up to my 3rd deployment, my first one with 1st platoon I went to Freefall School. We started out in the Wind Tunnel, flying above a fan in the floor over a net between it and the participant. An instructor fell onto my back while I was flying, and I floated upwards about 40 feet. I fell onto my head and nearly broke my back and neck. I kept jumping though and graduated the course.

But I was injured. And the injury stuck on me for the whole next float with Force Reconnaissance, causing me to get injured on the 4th deployment, and to be damaged and hurt the whole time I was at MWTC.

So, realizing that I was not going to be able to go back to Force Recon company and that I would have to work in Headquarters with people of less intelligence than I had, I decided to get out. I had been in for nearly 11 years. I got an Honorable Discharge from it. That was well deserved.

Then things went south.

When I first got into Force Recon I met and married a woman that I cared for. I got her pregnant by accident. She decided to have the baby while I was on my 3rd deployment. Then she cheated on me and I divorced her shortly before the 4th deployment. She moved to Seattle, Washington.

After I got out of the USMC, I applied for a security company that did overseas and warzone work called Triple Canopy. I went to training sessions with them and passed all their tests with high marksmanship scores.

Then, after the training sessions with Triple Canopy were over, I got invited by a graduate to attend a shooting seminar at a range near Seattle. I agreed. I went to it and there shot at a terrorist target that had a hand on a gun by his waist with bent elbows. He was drawing a pistol and shooting it as he was drawing it. We had to shoot at him or get taken off the range for getting shot.

One night after training was over, I went to my ex-wife’s house and knocked on the door. I told her that I wanted to talk to her about how she was abusing my son, when he had told me about it the day before that I had him. She put her hand on her hip and yelled at me. She looked exactly like the target I had been shooting at that was drawing a pistol on me, and I was certain that she was drawing a pistol on me. So, I did what I was trained to do and drew my weapon on her ready to fire if she was armed. As I did her boyfriend started to move like he was going to punch me, so I pointed the gun at him quickly and told him to GET ON THE GROUND! He stopped and got on the ground. Then I saw that my ex-wife was not armed, so I unloaded the weapon I had and apologized. Then I said I was going to commit suicide and left.

Both she and he were completely unharmed. I shouldn’t have gone to prison for a mistake like that.

I went to my so-called mother’s workplace and stood next to a tree and tried to shoot myself in the chest. The gun didn’t go off. It malfunctioned. So, I went to a gas station and turned myself in on the phone to the police.

The book I wrote called Cheetah on the Wing 1 and 2 tells all about the military and prison episode.

It goes into how the prison guards and staff violated the law against me repeatedly, by: 1) stealing my library books and owned books repeatedly, 2) trying to charge me $1140.00 for a missing library book they stole, 3) finding me guilty of infractions I didn’t commit, 4) assaulting me in Monroe prison, 5) sending me to Monroe prison for PTSD episodes that they had caused by their mistreatment and lawbreaking, and instead of treating my PTSD there they put me into Solitary Confinement… which causes severe head trauma and mental disorder.

The solitary confinement was so bad that it caused head trauma that lasted all the way from 2008 to 2014, including when I was out of prison in 2009.

I have received no justice for those negative impacts of the Justice System… which was corrupt. They flat-out broke the law against me. And I was supposed to be the criminal!

I think that is going to play a big part into the judge’s decision in October 2019 of what to award me. I am going to tell him about it if they ask. I am going to write to my attorney over the murder of me case and tell him about it.

In 2009 I was released from prison. I went to go stay with my sister at her house in San Diego. She had two young kids. She was an extremely abusive lady who probably has mental health problems. I shall change her name and call her Downlow here.

Downlow brought me to the VA hospital in San Diego for treatment because I was showing head trauma from the Solitary Confinement I was in as well as the PTSD I have. She lied to the VA and tried to have me sanctioned as being schizophrenic. They prescribed me medicine for it which I quit taking later.

One night in December 2014 I was in her house and had a nightmare about being assaulted by prison inmates. I reached out and cast them away from me, and I felt a weight on my arm. I woke up and saw that I had tossed the cat into the ground with my PTSD, killing it.

I felt horrible, so I did what the Bible said I should do and sacrificed the animal. I cut it open and began to roast it. As I did the fire alarm went off and Downlow came home. She took up arms against me immediately and kicked me out of the house to live homeless.

The thing Downlow didn’t understand was that I was going through the throws of being in a Solitary Mindset mind… which was traumatic. She didn’t help the issue with her making me homeless at all.

I went to a hotel for a night and called the lady who was the nurse helping me at the VA. I told her that I had been kicked out for PTSD and had no place to live. So, she took me into her house, and I have lived there ever since.

I have been a lot better at T’s house. She is a fantastic roommate and an excellent caregiver and nurse. I totally respect her.

When I was living at T’s house, I immediately began in January 2010 to go to school at Mesa Community College in San Diego. I took a calculus class and did well at precalculus and the calculus class for two semesters. Then I started to have Solitary Confinement onsets in the mind, and it interrupted my studies and life in general… so I quit school and had already moved out to become homeless and live out of the jeep I had bought from T.

I was homeless for a year, for all of 2011. Then, I went to Yreka, California, where my so-called mother was staying. I started to stay with her. It was a really interrupted visit, where I could sense a lot of bad things happening in her head.

I think she was crazy.

One night I woke up in the morning asleep on the floor downstairs, and my so-called mother was standing over me yelling