“My thought was, okay, I’m probably going to die anyway, so let’s go. I’d rather die being active, trying to get him down, than simply sit in the corner and be shot.”
One post that sparked a good bit of reaction from my readers was Monster. Well, here you go. I give you, Exhibit A. Might get cut up. Hell, might get killed. Or, ooooor… might save 500 people and get medals pinned on your chest. And never have to pay for a beer again. Ever. Anywhere. Just sayin’.
Anthony Sadler, Spencer Stone, and Alek Skarlatos are my homeboys. Figuratively speaking, anyway. Chris Norman too. And they didn’t even have guns.