I dunno... personally, trying to avoid death is a good excuse to not have 100% information. And that's not trying to make light of the situation or be snide or whatever — running from active gunfire is a perfectly valid excuse to not have all the facts right.
Agree. I’m not implying one should brazenly stride into active gunfire. I was present during an armed robbery of a gas station convenience store. I didn’t know anything was wrong until the guy shot out the plate glass window when the clerk didn’t move quick enough. I was behind the coffee urns towards the center of the store, but somehow, I ended up locked in the employees restroom, on the floor, squeezed in behind the toilet. I heard another two shots, then the burglar alarm went off. I don’t know how long I stayed there. It seemed like an hour, but I just prayed and didn’t move or make a sound until I heard a police radio. The cop banged on the door and ordered whomever was inside to come out. I figured I’d better speak up. When I unlocked the door the cops were ready and waiting despite the fact that I’d identified myself as a frightened customer, unarmed. I had actually seen the man who had fled on foot without the money. I ended up having to give a description, contact information, and so on. The female clerk was so hysterical they took her in an ambulance, and the male clerk cut his leg on the glass. The manager showed up to finish business with the police. I got in my car and drove home. I went right to bed because I had to be at work in three hours. I slept for maybe an hour and woke up in a panic, having dreamed the episode. It was then I noticed my forearm hurt. I had a flaming red burn from where I’d spilled my coffee. Strange, but I didn’t feel anything until hours later. I worked 10 hours, then decided to go to the walk-in clinic because my arm was really hurting. When I peeled back the long sleeve cotton shirt I’d put on beneath my blouse, my skin had lots of little oozing blisters. Turns out it was 2nd and some 3rd degree scalding burns. I was just plain mad at the inconvenience and expense. After Mass on Sunday, four days after the experience, I suddenly started bawling like a baby and had to go outside. A couple of friends hung out with me until I got it out of my system. The emotional reaction was delayed by days. That’s typical of me, to have a delayed or no overt reaction to a traumatic event. I’ve never reacted to 9-11, although I was in the city that day, mid-town, and saw, breathed the smoke, saw the place where the towers should have been but were just missing. I managed to get out of Manhattan to Queens and had to walk the five miles home.
You don’t know how anyone will really react to such horrors. We need to pray for the people in El Paso, whatever the facts of the matter, real, psy. op., fαℓѕє fℓαg, stupid guy set up by Democrats...