BOSTON VICTIM WHO LOST HIS LEGS LOOKED INTO THE EYES OF BOMBER – Saturday April 20 2013

– Just before 3pm in Boston on Monday, Jeff Bauman was waiting among the crowd for his girlfriend to cross the finish line at the marathon. A man wearing a cap, sunglasses and a black jacket over a hooded sweatshirt looked at Jeff, 27, and dropped a bag at his feet, his brother, Chris Bauman, said in an interview.
Minutes later, the bag exploded, tearing Jeff’s legs apart. A picture of him in a wheelchair, bloodied and ashen, was broadcast around the world as he was rushed to Boston Medical Centre. He lost both legs below the knee.
“He woke up under so much drugs, asked for a paper and pen and wrote, ‘bag, saw the guy, looked right at me’,” Chris Bauman said on Thursday in an interview.
Those words may have helped crack the mystery of who perpetrated on elf the highest-profile acts of terror in the US since the 2001 assault on New York City and the Washington area, one that killed three people and wounded scores.
While still in intensive care, Jeff Bauman gave the fob a description of the man he saw, his brother said. Mr Bauman’s information helped investigators narrow down whom to look for in hours of video of the attack, he said.
The bureau released video images of two men on Friday. Both men had on hooded sweatshirts under dark jackets; one was wearing a light-coloured baseball cap turned backward on his head, while the other wore a a dark baseball cap facing forward. Both were carrying large backpacks.
Paul Bresson, a spokesman for the FBI, declined to comment on specific tips in the investigation.
On Monday, Remy Lawler, 25, was standing with Jeff Bauman, said her father, Arthur Lawler.
Shortly before the explosion, Ms Lawler, who is the roommate of Jeff’s girlfriend, Erin Hurley, moved closer to the finish line, away from Mr Bauman and another friend, to take better photographs. She suffered a large shrapnel wound.
Shortly after, Ms Lawler called her mother’s mobile phone and left a message in which she cried: “Mum! Mum!” Medics could be heard telling her, “You’re going to be all right,” her father said. “She feels guilty about a lot of this – that she wasn’t with her friends,” Mr Lawler said.
It would take hours before the Bauman family knew what had happened to Jeff. They learnt about it the way much of the world did: the grisly image on television of their son being wheeled from the scene, his power legs destroyed. Erika Schneider, Mr Bauman’s sister, saw it first. “She called my mum, freaking out,” Chris said.
Chris was working at a McDonald’s when his mother called him.
“Chris, you have to sprint home,” she said. “Something’s happened.” – Asjylin Loder

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