To John Thornton, who was outside grabbing the morning paper, it at first sounded like a dumpster lid crashing down. To Julie Bolin, it sounded like a truck carrying tanks of oxygen may have crashed, the tanks perhaps popping.
“My husband and I just went to target practice yesterday,” Bolin said. “You’d think it would snap for me that it was gunfire.”
Like dozens of other neighbors, Thornton and Bolin encountered a scene that repeats itself across the nation on a seemingly daily basis, but one they could barely believe was unfolding in their own backyard: a mass shooting, one that left nine injured and the gunman dead.