About 1963, I was a member of Alpha Phi Omega, a college service fraternity--not one of those booze & sex frats, it was related to the Boy Scouts. Arrangements were made to hold a party at my parents house and a group of girls were invited. A couple of their boyfriends crashed the party, we asked them to leave, they did but some of the girls were ticked off so they all left and the "party" was over. We cleaned up the house & went out for pizza.
Got back to the house a couple hours later; Mom was waiting and she was not happy. Said we hadn't cleaned up the house, look at all the debris on the floor. We looked, there was plaster and glass. And bullet holes in the inner wall of the living room. Pull back the front curtains, there were about 15-20 bullet holes.
We called our club president, Bob, back before he left. Inside there was Mom, my brother, me, Bob and my father came back downstairs.
I called the cops. Since they had other things going on and the shooting was over with, they said it would be half an hour before they got there. Seemed reasonable at the time.
Dad was looking at the bullet holes in the window when I saw a white pickup slow down in front of the house and suddenly shooting began. Dad got hit 3 times, my brother once, as they unloaded the magazine on a .22 auto rifle.
Called the cops again; they called the ambulance. Ambulance was on it's way back to station after a dropoff at the hospital, and they happened to be and the closest point to our house on their route. Good thing, Dad was bleeding from a major artery and vein. Brother's hand wound wasn't too bad.
I sent Bob upstairs for my .357 and my .30-06--those were all I had other than single shot .22's. None were good for a shootout in a suburban neighborhood, but I had hunted rabbits with Bob before and he could hit rabbits on the run with a pistol, so he could do the job if the perps returned.
Ambulance arrived in about 2 minutes & they scooped Dad up, got Mom & brother in and off they went.
Cops arrive about that time, determined we hadn't done the shooting and started their investigation. That was about midnight.
I drove to the hospital, found my brother, Dad was about 15 ft. away and there was a team working on him. Brother said he overheard a doc say he didn't think Dad was going to make it. Fortunately, doc was wrong.
When things were stabilized and it was clear Dad was going to make it, I went home about 3:30.
Cops called about 5:00 top say they had the perps in jail and they had confessed.
Dad and brother both fully recovered.
One of the guys ejected from the party, 18 yrs. old, had visited a friend who was about 21 and they got boozed up and decided to "rally on the pad" as the trial transcripts said. The 18 year old had never been in trouble before, his mother had never let him have a toy gun when he was a kid and he thought a .22 was just a big BB gun. The other had been in trouble once.
Last I heard they did their time and both turned out OK.
