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Mercer: The Americans targeted in Vegas are what makes America great
2017-10-07
[American Thinker] A man, Sonny Melton, 29, died, shielding his wife from the bullets.

Another commandeered a truck to drive victims of the Oct. 1 massacre in Las Vegas to the hospital.

At first, Vanessa, a concertgoer, fled the Vegas venue, which was being sprayed with bullets from high-velocity rifles. Then she turned and ran back. She credits her professional sense of duty as a nurse. We all know that it was Vanessa's heart that enabled her to push past the fear and place herself in the crosshairs.

From her hospital bed, Addison Short profusely thanked a stranger who had helped her escape the confines of the country music concert in the Vegas Village. She was hobbled by a gunshot to the leg. The first words Addison uttered to the ego in the anchor's chair quizzing her were words of gratitude for her rescuer. Short also gave thanks for having a minor injury.

"April" is a girl who stopped her car to pick-up a bloodied young Canadian couple. The young man had been shot in the head. He's fine. Heartbroken as he and his girlfriend are, they're still a vision of wholesomeness ‐ Canadian clones of the Americans attending the Route 91 Harvest Festival.

Heather Gooze, 43, cradled young Jordan McIldoon, 23, in her arms until he went limp. She was a bartender who had attended the concert, he a Canadian mechanic from Maple Ridge, British Columbia. He loved the Vancouver Canucks and his girlfriend, who was at the three-day country music happening as well.

As she spoke to CNN's John Berman and Poppy Harlow, Heather's moral resplendence only accentuated the depravity of the two notorious fake-news pornographers.

"No, ma'am, I didn't run." A cowboy hat clutched to his chest, Brian Mckinnon recounted how his best friend petered out in his arms. Only after his friend had passed did Brian flee. But then he stopped in his tracks, went back, put his pal's signature hat back on, and waited beside him.
Posted by:Besoeker

#2  Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
"To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his Gods."
Posted by: Canuckistan sniper   2017-10-07 16:46  

#1  WE never know the Saints among us, you may not even recognize yourself it it comes down to that moment. A single moment, a single choice. To see yourself step up to forever and to make a decision to stand on your death and go in as a shield for someone you don't even know their name.

That happened. People died trying to help and spare. We don't even know all their names. Only God knows some things, even if they are human things and human choices.

We ALL die, its HOW we die that is important.

Posted by: Glaviling Glomoth1291   2017-10-07 09:04  

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