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https://www.nytimes.com/2022/07/21/us/kentucky-bunker-civil-war.html?unlocked_article_code=AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACEIPuomT1JKd6J17Vw1cRCfTTMQmqxCdw_PIxftm3iWka3DKDmwbiPkORIuN_VvQbqlyItEu2TeWXppKMaEuQLltx_UZP1BoT0PghKq4r6k_And_r5OvDCRx1ojRXLs8_HjjMWKzeLghnfjm5UKLdWXuX6zA2SYjJRJgqMZhJ1uqinIMkq3VA6UijIkFqPQqDpx9TDwAbTDb_KW7TkUjZ6jVK03U-QI0WOpGWD_MntP66r8IcA5aDF-uX2ooqC9nq4saYIVLSf65ex0we8P-gqETA3hoLuqrAp4yRIvSktZ6oCNpz5p64UPyBJBjFiF276k&smid=fb-share&fbclid=IwAR1Z9PipNoQPjfv7_puCAdqDPayIA7XoM6YSdhbIPlR7gaPg5RzBa8g4Nl8RICHMOND, Ky. — The doorbell rang in the night, waking C. Wesley Morgan. He rolled out of bed and walked into the foyer, looking through the arched glass entryway into the dark. Nobody. These phantom rings had been happening lately; most likely there was a short somewhere in the system. The rain didn’t help. He went back to bed.
Minutes later, he awoke to the sound of a crash, then the rattle of gunfire. It was coming from upstairs, where his daughter Jordan was sleeping. Mr. Morgan rushed to the French doors leading out of his bedroom, opening them to see a man in a mask and carrying an AR-15 walking down the stairway.
The man looked blankly at Mr. Morgan, who had time to shout one word: “Why?”