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Without a word, Mellor walked out of the bar, climbed into his gray 1989 Cadillac, and drove to the nearby house on J Street where he lived alone. He laid the gun, which still had a bullet in the chamber and eight more in the 18-round magazine, on his television set and calmly called 911. He told the dispatcher that he'd just killed a man "over the war," according to police reports.
War Crime by Bob Norman.

originally posted by xowie

Posted by Adam on April 11, 2003 8:51 AM |

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I couldn't believe it. In a way I still can't.

I linked this article to my own (3-day-old) blog with the comment: "A man moves to the US from a country where, within living memory, one could get shot for speaking one's mind (and in some parts of the former USSR I'm sure that still applies), and what happens?"

Posted by: sparks | April 11, 2003 2:06 PM

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