Molaker
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Years ago I was a small town marshall. Not much happened beyond a noisy dog, a loud radio, fireworks and boys squealing tires. One afternoon I heard a fire alarm report. Being also a member of the volunteer fire dept, I responded and happened to be the first on the scene. Sure enough, the rural house was nearly fully engulfed in flames. I thought no one was at home at first. Then I spotted someone lying in a chaise lounge near the burning house. I shielded my face and managed to grab the lounge and drag it away from the searing heat. Once safely away from the fire I had time to examine the person in the lounge. It was a naked man about 65 years old. I knew him a bit, but not close. He was dead and I called the County Sheriff as I could not tell what had happened although it appeared to have been suicide. Later, it was reveiled he had shot himself in the head with a .25 automatic pistol. It was found nearby, but its proximity to the body had been disturbed by my moving the body. Seeing this dead man in this condition was a little upsetting even though we weren't close friends.
You may wonder why I've written this. I wrote it thinking of the First Responders to the gruesome scene at Shady Hook elementary school. I cannot say I would have had the professionalism and composure to do the job they faced.
You may wonder why I've written this. I wrote it thinking of the First Responders to the gruesome scene at Shady Hook elementary school. I cannot say I would have had the professionalism and composure to do the job they faced.