Dale Hanson

And we put him in the ambulance.

And at the hospital, the surgeon, who was a friend of mine, I knew him pretty well, a very sharp man, he said both my bullets went in the same hole and came out an inch apart on the back.

Yeah.

Glad to hear that.

And so anyway, he's down there.

And he also said that by denying people to come to him for his aid, what could they do?

He said if he was in a surgeon's gown with his gloves on and he was shot on the bed, he couldn't have saved him.

That's perfect.

And so there he is.

And, of course, I got a certain amount of time.

I got to deal with the crime scene and all that, you know.

Then I get back to the station, and it's about 7 o'clock.

And I call my wife because I figure she's going to hear something on the street, you know.

And I want her to be assured that, you know, this is a good shoot, you know.

So I called her up, and she answers the phone.

And I says, Katha, I just don't want you to worry about what you might have heard.

But I said, I had to kill a man last night.

And my wife, Special Forces wife, says, I just have one question.

Why did it take you two shots?

Holy shit.