Before (the victims) knew it, their vehicle was riddled with bullets. They had no way to escape.

It was something... the way a person's life picked up speed, the way a life was like a bullet aimed at one final target, impossible to slow or turn aside, and like the bullet, you were ignorant of what you were going to hit, would never know anything except the rush and the impact.

Make no mistake about it—we dodged a bullet here, perhaps many bullets.

There are no street lights out here, so I couldn't see the vehicle to get a description. It was just a bit unnerving. It upset my wife and it's a bit ironic that we moved here several years ago from Birmingham to get away from this type of thing, only to have it happen here.

Bullets are fast - even a 9-millimeter handgun launches lead at Mach 1. And the bigger the bullet gets, the more grains of gunpowder it carries, the faster it goes. Modern rifles can fling the small pieces of metal at half the velocity needed to escape the gravitational pull of the Moon.

And could you see when they shall become terrified, but (then) there shall be no escape and they shall be seized upon from a near place / And they shall say: We believe in it. And how shall the attaining (of faith) be possible to them from a distant place? / And they disbelieved in it before, and they utter conjectures with regard to the unseen from a distant place.