Before I can fully grasp the reality, Luka spins and shoots the first of the Irish soldiers who have suddenly raced around the corner to where the three of us are standing. The man falls instantly, but then another shot rings out, and Luka’s body twists unnaturally. He falls to one knee, wincing in pain, and though I can’t see the blood because of his black shirt, I know he has been hit. He spins to fire back at the man who shot him, but his range of motion seems to be limited. That is when I notice the bandage peeking out from under the collar of his shirt. His shoulder is wounded, making his reactions a little slower.
He fires and the man ducks behind a pillar, giving him time to get back to his feet.
Blood is pooling around my father’s body, and I have to step through it to get to him
