I was at work on Thursday, like most people, when I learned of the latest horror visited on this nation -- the senseless killings of five U.S. servicemen in Chattanooga, Tenn.
I watched the story unfold on TV and online, as the news continued to get worse and worse.
In the end, four Marines and one Navy petty officer were dead.
The assault felt personal to me in many ways. I served in the military. My son is a Navy petty officer. We both volunteered at storefront recruiting stations, not unlike the one that was riddled with gunfire Thursday morning.