It was like his body was in slow motion. He was checking out. I pulled his T-shirt back and I could see the bullet holes.

He was bleeding between his arm pit and chest.

I don't know where he was from, but wherever it was, he brought the trouble here with him.

You never expect someone to be fatally shot on your front lawn. My wife says it may be time to move.

It sounded like someone beating a board on a tree trunk.

Everything was like squeezing on my body. The car was on top of - that made it even worse. And then my body was squished and I was hurt and I started banging on the floor trying to make them stop.