It really sucks that children are involved in this, and there are always kids in these houses. Always. The children told us that most of the folks nearby were family, but that there were strangers in town. This was their father’s house; that was the man I’d shot in the bedroom. They’d been sleeping in there when the helicopters woke them. Their father had sent his wife, their mother, to the door with an AK-47 to martyr herself and possibly take one of us with her. Now these kids were orphans.
