A Troopers Last Words
As he was driving down Connecticut's broad, tree-lined Merritt Parkway one night last week, a Navy chief petty officer named Franklin Jenson saw an unusual sight : an empty state police car was standing at the side of the road with its big rear warning light flashing rhythmically. He slowed. Then he saw something even stranger: a weak blink of light on the ground near the car. He stopped, got out. A white-faced state trooper was sprawled there in the darkness, working a flashlight button with his thumb, and dying from a...
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