Three hundred and seventy-six, armed, armoured, and trained "good guys with a gun" against one kid with no training who bought the gun for his own birthday…

Three hundred and seventy-six "good guys with a gun" stood outside, listening to the screams… listening to the screams and the gunshots…

Three hundred and seventy-six "good guys with a gun" restrained parents outside, forcing them to listen to their children's screams… the screams and the gunshots… and the silence… and the silence… for seventy-seven minutes.

The horror of that is what drove the inspiration for my poem, "Seventy-Seven Minutes" https://medium.com/we-paw-bloggers/seventy-seven-minutes-8be4b3da5105