The Raiders shot at the base today. The new security team is now doing a sweep of the grounds. I am with my mom and sister in our room with about 10 other families. We were told to stay in our rooms. All the other families in the room have toddlers and young children, the young kids kept asking me about Joey and I kept saying he is fine.

Suddenly a boy with black hair comes up to me and tugs on my shirt, " Who will tell us stories if Joey doesn't come back?"

All of a sudden I realized the reality of the situation. Everyone who was outside could die. People I knew and cared for could die. I couldn't answer the kid's question because I was trying to hold back tears. I knew I couldn't cry in front of the kids because they shouldn't have to worry. They are too young to worry.