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in the High School cafeteria there was horror on the menu; A loner with a pistol seeking victims and a venue. Three times the pistol fired and kids began to fall. It might have been a massacre if not for old Frank Hall. Frank Hall was the football coach with a short and stubby frame. While others fled, he charged towards this criminal insane. Frank Hall didn't stop to think he didn't have the time. As he charged towards the gunman His life was on the line. The gunman fired once at Frank, the shot rang high and wide It caught a fleeing coed, put a flesh wound in her side. The gunman turned in panic as the first responders came He fled into the nearby woods, just some kid named T.J. Lane. Three teenagers lay dead inside one more would never stand. Many more lives had been spared by the courage of one man. He comforted the dying as the ambulance came late. The moment found the man- was it providence or fate?
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
Charnel High
in the High School cafeteria there was horror on the menu; A loner with a pistol seeking victims and a venue. Three times the pistol fired and kids began to fall. It might have been a massacre if not for old Frank Hall. Frank Hall was the football coach with a short and stubby frame. While others fled, he charged towards this criminal insane. Frank Hall didn't stop to think he didn't have the time. As he charged towards the gunman His life was on the line. The gunman fired once at Frank, the shot rang high and wide It caught a fleeing coed, put a flesh wound in her side. The gunman turned in panic as the first responders came He fled into the nearby woods, just some kid named T.J. Lane. Three teenagers lay dead inside one more would never stand. Many more lives had been spared by the courage of one man. He comforted the dying as the ambulance came late. The moment found the man- was it providence or fate?
Frank Hall, American Hero, of Chandon Ohio. He faced down an armed gunman bent on ****** with only his naked courage.
john-f-mccullagh
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63/M/American
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
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