I was sitting in the stands watching my kids participate in a sporting event this evening but I couldn't help but think of the 2 men that got up this morning for another boring Weds day shift and they will never go home again. I'm sure they were making plans for lunch before this happened. Perhaps thinking about dinner with their families tonight or weekend plans with their loved ones or even needing to attend their own family event this evening. Two men that were sitting in roll call a few hours prior laughing with their fellow officers. I think of the other officers their friends that got the call to come help their fallen friends and the terror, anger, helplessness they must fell. Wishing that police car was a little faster and the traffic would pull out of the way that much quicker. I think of families that this morning worried about silly things like remembering to pay the cable bill or we need new tires on the car and now they are planning a funeral. I'm angry and heart broken. I wonder if sometime over the last 15 years I crossed paths with these deputies maybe in a class or talked to one on the phone. I can't understand why this happens but I will not back down. I will not let evil win. When the tones drop I will answer the call.