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The police shooting last week of a combat veteran at the doorway of his father’s Hollywood home ended a 14-hour standoff leaving behind debris and damage, and unanswered questions for his family.

On Friday, as the relatives of James Emerick ‘‘Jamie” Dean prepared for his funeral this week, they also asked how a Christmas night call for police to check on the young man’s safety ended with a trooper’s bullet in his chest. ‘‘They forgot the real reason they were here, to save lives, not kill somebody,” Dean’s neighbor Tony Wheatley said as he visited the house on Dusty Lane riddled with holes.

‘‘We counted 50-some tear gas holes they shot,” Joseph L. Dean said as he stood outside the one-story rambler on the family’s farmland, where his son often sought respite from his ordeals, most recently the prospect of a return to war. James Dean, who turned 29 last month, and his wife, Muriel, married last August and had their own home in the Hollywood Shores community. He went to his father’s home on Christmas night, after a holiday that his wife said found him wrestling with a host of fears and worries.

We met at Toot's Bar, Hollywood Maryland, on August 16, 2005. I was hanging out with friends, Mike Chick and Jimmy Penrod and Jamie came in with his father Joey. Throughout the night we chatted and I asked my friend Jimmy if he knew who (Jamie) he was and he said no, then turned and asked what his name was then introduced us. We had a few more beers and then Jamie and Joey where leaving so we said our good byes and I wrote my number down on a napkin for Jamie. Less then an hour later he text messaged me and said he was sorry he had to leave, could he come see me, so he came to my house and we talked for about two hours, he left and here we are.

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