Memoirs of a Marine Sniper - Book Preview

I could not believe it…..I was a father, the proudest moment of my life. I had a boy! I decided to make it my goal to be the best dad and always be there for him; however, the Marines took most of my time away from him.  I dropped my son off at daycare one day not realizing that it might possibly be the last time I would see him.  When I received the call that my son had been kidnapped, I was crushed. The sole purpose of why I left the Marines Corps was to be with my son.

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“Daddy?”
“Yes, Zachary,” I replied?
I was dropping Zachary off at daycare before heading to my job at HP.  As usual, I walked him through the front door and signed him in.

“Are you picking me up today?” he asked. 
“No, Zachary, your mother will. Daddy will see you next week, but I will call you during the week to say I love you.  OK?” I said.
“Ok Daddy.  I love you!” he said.

I walked Zach to his class and gave him a big kiss and hug.  I left the daycare facility and headed to work at HP down the street.  As I walked away, something told me to turn back and get him.  It was a gut feeling that I had not felt since I was in the bush in the Marine Corps.   That same type of gut feeling had kept me alive on several occasions before, but on this day, in the civilian atmosphere of a daycare with all its bright colors and happy sounds, I ignored those feelings and kept walking, heading toward my car to go to work.
The next day around 5:30 PM, my world came crashing down when the phone rang.

“Hello, this is Jerry,” I answered.
“Jerry, Jerry Hull,” the voice said.
“Yes, this is Jerry Hull, how can I help you?” I responded.

Life was still normal, but then…“Mr. Hull this is the Roseville Police Department.  I am following up on a missing persons report,” the officer on the other end of the line stated.  “When is the last time you have seen your ex-wife, Cathy Johnston and your son Zachary Hull?” he asked.
My heart stopped and I began to immediately panic. 

“Where is my son?” I screamed into the phone.
“Mr. Hull, please calm down.  Your ex-wife’s car was found abandoned and your son is missing,” he said, calmly.

“Are you calling from the Police station?” I cried in panic. 
“Yes, Mr. Hull, I am” he replied.
“I will be there in 5 minutes,” I said, and promptly hung up.

Jumping into my car, I sped to the police station.  The ride was agonizingly long, slow motion, but the police station was actually only 5 minutes away from my work.  My mind raced with thoughts, not knowing what was going on, expecting to hear the worst.  The officer met me at the entrance desk and led me into an interrogation room.  Naturally, I expected to be the first suspect in this disappearance, which would be the standard operating procedure (SOP) in cases like this.  After being questioned for a while, I realized they were not getting anywhere.  I looked at the officer right in the eye and said, “Do what you have to do to get me off your list of suspects so we can find the person that has my son. 

I requested to be submitted to a lie detector test and voice stress analyzer test.”
The officer looked at me and said, “Mr. Hull, that won’t be necessary.”


My life was never the same after that one phone call, I had entered into another world I was unfamiliar with, this one event was the catalyst of many events to follow & comeback to haunt me forever...