The Horror At Three Rivers

A mother’s tears still stained his shoulder from having to restrain the poor woman as she rushed past staff trying to get to her son who was laying on a table, riddled with bullets. His blood flowed out faster than the trauma team could plug the holes. The woman was out of her mind and distraught. The floor was covered in crimson. Again. It was another bloody day, and it was his job to keep the bystanders, family, and friends from entering…

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After spending 25 years in Law Enforcement and changing careers I am here to write about the things I see, things I know, and things I find curious. Be ready!

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After spending 25 years in Law Enforcement and changing careers I am here to write about the things I see, things I know, and things I find curious. Be ready!

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