I'll let Duane finish "his version of the story" - but I haven't had that
kind of fear fill my soul in a long while.
We had drifted ashore at what Cdr John considered his "favorite" campsite.
He'd been camping there for 20 years. It was one of the most remote sites
around, quiet, peaceful and very scenic. After eating dinner and bedding
down for the night, I had the feeling of being on vacation until.......
Around 3am pickup headlights beamed into our camp. The sound of yelling
teenagers and blasting music broke the evening peace. I'd never heard never
heard music that insighted such hate. More cars arrived and more blasting
music. Someone started yelling obscenities when apparently a visor on his
brand new pickup was broken. A fight ensued. I could hear fists hitting
flesh and bodies falling to the ground in agony. Some boys entered our camp
and Duane and Cdr John confronted them, warning me and the boys to stay in
our tents. The fighting in the other camp continued and someone fired a
hand-gun. The next words I heard was, "I'm gonna kill you!" followed up
with, "so you want a peace of me you mother........" More fighting. A girl
screamed, "Bobby don't...Get off of him". Next she yelled in agony and
moaned, "I'm pregnant, you hit a pregnant lady you mother...f......"!!!!!
Josh and I held a prayer vigil long into the night. Two hours later and the
fighting continued. Then I heard one of the boys yell, "Hey there are
witnesses down there in that other camp guys".....
Cdr Jen
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