“Defendant, stand up for the sentencing,” Judge Harthrow’s voice cut through the silence, cold and unwavering. Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the rigid formalities of the legal process.

The war veteran, identified as Sergeant Bill Carson, an individual who had given so much for his country, attempted to comply. His hands gripped the arms of his wheelchair, fingers digging into the worn leather. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he made a desperate attempt to rise. His body shook with the effort, muscles straining against years of injury and pain. His face contorted, a mask of determination mixed with agony. But despite his best efforts, his legs betrayed him, and a moment later, he collapsed back into his chair, breathless and defeated.