I believe you Hillary.
I believe you because of the following harrowing experience:
It happened last week at a grocery here in my, normally, sleepy Houston suburb.
As I drove up to the store, I could tell something was amiss. The parking lot was eerily quiet and completely deserted. The Greeter was inside away from danger. As I got out the car I heard sniper fire, and RPG’s sped towards my unprotected head. Under instructions from parking lot security, I ran quickly for the safety of the store. I jumped over an IED as I wrestled a nine year old girl to the ground to rescue her "stuff" from the on-coming explosion. This was the worst grocery visit yet--like ‘Nam but with shopping carts instead of Swiftboats.
CBS news claims the sniper fire I heard was just "some kid popping his gum," so what? So the RPG turned out to be a large mosquito, who cares? So what if the IED turned out to be box of yoo-hoos. So what?
Sleep deprivation is a bitch!