I’d just walked through the sallyport through the back door of the Marshall County Sheriff’s Office. There was always a TV on in dispatch. Paul Evans was an investigator and we stood there watching. The second plane hit just a few minutes after I got there. Paul looked at me and said “Every asshole in the FBI just puckered up.”
Buddy of mine, retired military, was hunting elk in Colorado. He knew something was up before he got out of the woods. He said the sky was full of planes, then it went silent. He told his friends, “Let’s go find a radio and see who we’re at war with.”


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”