Your Letters: Meeting the National Guard by Deborah Vining Edwards

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(SUBMITTED) - My Dad was the head of the engineering dept at SV hospital. He was recovering from an accident and temporarily had to wear an eye patch. He was not allowed to drive. Because he HAD to get to the hospital to get the emergency generators up and running,my mother drove him. They stayed at the hospital until the wee hours of the morning, helping where they could.

To get home my mother had to drive through downtown.The street lights were out,the store windows were blown out and window displays were strewn in the street. In the mayhem, my mother mistook a mannequin lying in the street as a victim. She stopped, got out of the car to render aid and was immediately looking down the barrel of a gun. Unbeknownst to her, the National Guard had been called out to prevent looting.

All is well that ends well and that's my family's story of June 8. I'm the last one left to tell about it.

Deborah Vining Edwards