My great uncle, his wife and son were all gunned down in cold blood back in 1963. [View all]
Uncle Bob was a postman, Aunt May was a nurse, and their son Mark was two years older than me. Uncle Bob was a veteran of WWII, was in North Africa and Italy.
He had a Purple Heart.
Aunt May could whistle songbird's calls. Mark was a kid like me, just a kid.
We always visited them when we went back to Connecticut on vacation, where my father was from and where we still have many relatives living to this day.
That evening in June the young man that lived next door walked up to their front door and knocked, and when the door opened, shot my Uncle Bob point-blank with a .38 revolver, then shot Aunt May when she came running to help her husband, then shot Mark in the face.
He killed all three instantly.
He then sat down in their parlor with three blood-spattered bodies on the floor at his feet and called the New London police and told them what he had done.
He waited there until they came for him.
I still vividly remember the look on my father's face when my other great uncle, Robert's oldest brother, called with the news the next day.
Another legal gun owner...right up to the moment he committed a triple homicide, and wiped out an entire family.
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