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At the top of this blog, one may notice the awesome photo. It is a great location right here in Southern Arizona. The current picture is a place called Seven Falls, a grand hike indeed, when you get to the end of the trail and look left that is what you will see.
The desert is beautiful, sunrises, sunsets, the mountains purple transformation as the sun departs for the dark night and some of the brightest stars you will ever see appear like diamonds.
A quiet afternoon, February 29, leap year, the day that happens every four years. Sunny, 65 degrees, and a stay at home Mom naps, the baby quiet, moments that any parent knows to be golden. Silence shattered, the dogs erupt into frenzy. Sleep broken, dazed she steps out of her tranquility ready to address the dog’s lack of cooperation.
Shock and fear, a chill rolls down her back; the dogs are crazy for a reason. Looking through the back patio door the cause of the chaos is eerily clear. Four unknown individuals stand in the yard, one intruder begins to enter the dogs area, tattered and dirty, fear escalates, the stay at home Mom panics, phone call to the father - she needs help.
He responds, “CALL 911 - NOW!”
The call was made, support was in route, she tried to calm the dogs; the intruders turned and altered their intentions. The dogs would not calm, the pressure was real, try not to panic, but how, home alone, baby in her crib, and four of them out there out of sight.
The Calvary arrived; the Sheriff’s department, Paramedics, and Border Patrol converged on our little quiet cul-de-sac. Mom tended to immediately; her well-being was the first concern. The Sheriff and Border Patrol Officers began their search of the area.
Apache Black Hawk flies overhead.
Moment’s later officers walk out of the state land that runs adjacent to our home. Holding tight to the arm of a one shoed, hand cuffed, husky individual, it was the one that had every intention to enter.
Sleeping bags, empty water bottles and “other” items found. More time passed, the other three missing, unable to locate, gone into the mesquite trees.
The situation was controlled, the information disseminated by the very helpful law enforcement:
“There has been reports by our neighbors of attempted break-ins in the last week. One neighbor, two doors down put their house on the market.”
Confirmed to be an Illegal Alien; the issue real, not out there somewhere, right here right now. One might say living on the border provides some risks. Yes, that is true; however, we live east of Tucson, 75 miles north of the border.
- Why is it I hear from politicians that we are safe and that zealous Americans are just being prejudice and exaggerate the issue?
- Why was it essential to advise a stay at home Mom to the necessity of learning how to shoot?
- Why do I have to put on my holster, check my Revolver, and walk the yard when the dogs go off?
- Why do I have to call my neighbors to tell them that three more are still out there right now?
- Why do I have to climb on my roof with a pair of binoculars to see if I can spot any other signs of intruders?
- Why does this child need armed guards?
- For votes, is it that simple?
- Don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings?
It is not a far stretch to have an alternative ending to this very real tale.
Do I need to spell it out?
Here, I will make it quick and simple.
No call to the father, no call to 911, the father comes home to a tossed house and two bodies.
Why do I have to write this?