Henry
Getting back up to my feet I continued towards our line. However, moments later I felt another stabbing pain is in my left shoulder. Stumbling towards the line, a few of the men saw me and rushed out to me and the boy. One of the men took the boy from my shoulder and the other wrapped his arm under mine and guided me behind the line of defenses. The men laid us on the ground next to each other. My own blood and the boy’s blood covered my clothes and body. My eye lids were becoming heavy and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep them open, but I forced them to look at the boy one more time. The young man now lay still with a bullet wound to his head, and instantly I know two things. He is d
