MEDFORD (CBS) – A woman was ordered held without bail Monday charged with killing her husband in Medford.
Police found 34-year-old Troy Burston wounded outside a home on Exchange Avenue at 10:40 p.m. Sunday. He was not wearing a shirt and had been stabbed in the chest.
He was rushed to Lawrence Memorial Hospital where he died.
Police arrested his wife, 39-year-old Shawntina Burston.
Investigators say the two had come home from a party and began arguing and hitting each other. She allegedly found a hickey on his neck and stabbed him with a cooking knife.
“This is another troubling incident of domestic violence turned fatal,” Middlesex District Attorney Gerry Leone said in a statement Monday.
“We allege that the victim was fatally stabbed by his wife during an argument, sadly leaving two young children behind.”
Shawntina Burston pleaded not guilty at her arraignment Monday in Somerville District Court.
(Story ends here. My comments follow.)
"Back in the day" when I was in Uncle Sugar's canoe club it wasn't unusual for the crew to mess with one another. That would include sending some guy home with numerous hickeys on his neck after he'd spent a night aboard the sub on duty. His shipmates would waylay the victim and proceed with the kissing, just to put him on the spot with his wife.
One newly married guy from the western part of Texas (no navy there, let alone weird sub sailors) wasn't allowed into his apartment at first. It took a delegation of several crewmembers to persuade her he'd actually been attacked by his friends and not some passionate "hottie" out on the town. The hickey she had the biggest problem with was on his inner thigh. For some reason he didn't try for a career in the Navy, I wonder why?
Stories like the one posted above always make me wonder how fine a line we trod in our hijinks. Hard to think a man could get killed from being messed with.
I won't even go into the story about the guy who went out drinking with his "buds" in Hawaii the night before his wedding and woke up in San Francisco. Thats a whole different story.
Nor will I go into details about the guy who had "I screwed Suzie" forcibly scrawled across his chest with silver nitrate the day he went on leave to get married. That stuff turns black when exposed to ultraviolet light and doesn't wash off the skin, it wears off! Supposedly his bride couldn't figure out why he wore a "T" shirt to bed on their honeymoon. Again, a whole different story.
Some days I DO miss the sub service!
And for those who may be shaking their heads & clucking their tongues, just remember that they trusted us with nuclear weapons. Sleep tight, you're guarded by America's finest steely eyed killers of the deep!
One more reason to follow the Lord's mandate, "Do not judge."
Absolutely LOVED this post. Brought back some great memories. Thanks Mate!!
Cookie, I thought you and a few others would really get a kick out of it! Glad ya liked it!
Rick, amen to that one!
And I thought we did some strange things to people....
IR, a sub patrol can be like a long bus ride with no windows to look out of. Boredom brings out the weird in people.
I enjoyed this post so much - for your stories and commentary.
I'm a Navy vet - I served 11 years as a journalist before getting out to homeschool our children and support my husband's career - and I'm married to a missile tech currently deployed on an SSGN. The stories he tells me only make me wonder about the stories he DOESN'T tell me!
Jen, thanks for stopping by. Don't worry, those stories your husband DOESN'T tell would only keep you awake at night!
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