[Even the victims seem at a loss to explain how such brutality can occur in this day and age.] It's so archaic ... someone is walking around with that mind-set, ... I don't bother anybody.

Those of us who are soldiers day in and day out, have been kept from table because the church is in conflict and our kids are still dying.

It makes you think. You can only take a loss so many years, then you have to look at the future, ... We've had a hard rain come in here and put down four to five inches and then we get it out. But this (water) has just stayed here.

I am ashes where once I was fire...

When You Are Old"


WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

I cannot express how I feel about the loss of our son. He can't watch his boys grow up because of what these vicious, selfish punks did. He no longer can say, 'I love you Mom.'