Post by theken206 on Jun 10, 2010 13:26:23 GMT -8
Yeah pretty sure te Rangers were just using suppresive fire and being on the defense, there are some good articles on the shoot out, one dude tried to run up all john wayne style and caught one in the upper chest/shoulder.
The day of the barbecue, Foulk and the neighbors got the gun finger.
It came from bystanders across the street, from cars driving by: the index finger pointed, thumb up, a little flip of the hand, mouthed words: boom, boom.
The gangsters saw the video camera in Foulk’s house. They threw stones and rotten pears at it – one of the scruffy trees on the block was laden with September fruit. Someone else took shots at the house with a BB gun.
Foulk and a few Ranger friends walked across the street to confront the harassers.
It was a short talk, marked by a difference of opinion. Foulk asked for Marco Simmons. The gangsters scoffed.
Foulk told them to stop throwing things at his home and the neighbors, to stop shooting BBs, to knock it off.
The gangsters told him to take the camera out of the window.
“Stop doing wrong,” Foulk replied.
Foulk was 32, already a combat veteran, married, a homeowner. The people facing him were children, barely out of their teens – Simmons was 20.
The gangsters suggested Foulk didn’t know who he was dealing with.
Foulk suggested the gangsters didn’t know who they were dealing with.
The gangsters weren’t impressed.
“You’re history, bitch,” Foulk remembers one of them saying.
They would burn his house down and light him up – after dark, they said.
Foulk walked away, cheap chatter trailing in his wake.
“I’m gonna shoot that Army SOB,” he heard someone say.
Things started moving fast. Harttlet remembers Simmons telling her to take the children out of the house, to go down the block to her mother’s.
“It was out of control,” Harttlet said. “It wasn’t right, you know. But at the time, whether you’re right or wrong – people at that time probably didn’t look at it that way.”
DEFENSE
A few Ranger friends were already at the barbecue. Foulk called a few more. The total grew to 15. He told them to bring personal weapons, whatever they had. He called The News Tribune. A reporter, Dan Voelpel, and a photographer, Russ Carmack, soon arrived.
The plan was defensive, he and his buddies agreed. Stake out locations and wait. No first moves. If police come, disarm immediately. Maybe nothing happens. But if it does, keep the gangsters off. No more.
“Our intent was to not allow them to advance on us,” Foulk said.
Foulk ordered the women into the house. Shirley Luckett, who had a gun, was mildly annoyed. She had sent her children to stay with a relative. However the thing went down, she was in.
“I had a nine (a 9-millimeter pistol) in my hand – yes I did, somebody gave me a nine,” she said. “I was gonna fight for my life.”
A car drove by. Someone in it fired a shot into the air.
After sunset, Foulk turned out the lights in the house and the yard. The neighbors waited
Read more: www.thenewstribune.com/2009/09/27/895048/ash-street-shootout-the-night.html#ixzz0qUIhO5ao
The day of the barbecue, Foulk and the neighbors got the gun finger.
It came from bystanders across the street, from cars driving by: the index finger pointed, thumb up, a little flip of the hand, mouthed words: boom, boom.
The gangsters saw the video camera in Foulk’s house. They threw stones and rotten pears at it – one of the scruffy trees on the block was laden with September fruit. Someone else took shots at the house with a BB gun.
Foulk and a few Ranger friends walked across the street to confront the harassers.
It was a short talk, marked by a difference of opinion. Foulk asked for Marco Simmons. The gangsters scoffed.
Foulk told them to stop throwing things at his home and the neighbors, to stop shooting BBs, to knock it off.
The gangsters told him to take the camera out of the window.
“Stop doing wrong,” Foulk replied.
Foulk was 32, already a combat veteran, married, a homeowner. The people facing him were children, barely out of their teens – Simmons was 20.
The gangsters suggested Foulk didn’t know who he was dealing with.
Foulk suggested the gangsters didn’t know who they were dealing with.
The gangsters weren’t impressed.
“You’re history, bitch,” Foulk remembers one of them saying.
They would burn his house down and light him up – after dark, they said.
Foulk walked away, cheap chatter trailing in his wake.
“I’m gonna shoot that Army SOB,” he heard someone say.
Things started moving fast. Harttlet remembers Simmons telling her to take the children out of the house, to go down the block to her mother’s.
“It was out of control,” Harttlet said. “It wasn’t right, you know. But at the time, whether you’re right or wrong – people at that time probably didn’t look at it that way.”
DEFENSE
A few Ranger friends were already at the barbecue. Foulk called a few more. The total grew to 15. He told them to bring personal weapons, whatever they had. He called The News Tribune. A reporter, Dan Voelpel, and a photographer, Russ Carmack, soon arrived.
The plan was defensive, he and his buddies agreed. Stake out locations and wait. No first moves. If police come, disarm immediately. Maybe nothing happens. But if it does, keep the gangsters off. No more.
“Our intent was to not allow them to advance on us,” Foulk said.
Foulk ordered the women into the house. Shirley Luckett, who had a gun, was mildly annoyed. She had sent her children to stay with a relative. However the thing went down, she was in.
“I had a nine (a 9-millimeter pistol) in my hand – yes I did, somebody gave me a nine,” she said. “I was gonna fight for my life.”
A car drove by. Someone in it fired a shot into the air.
After sunset, Foulk turned out the lights in the house and the yard. The neighbors waited
Read more: www.thenewstribune.com/2009/09/27/895048/ash-street-shootout-the-night.html#ixzz0qUIhO5ao