As you’re running, you’re looking over your shoulder—you could feel some of the shrapnel flying by. I saw a cop in front of me fall. I figured he got hit with a piece of shrapnel. I reached down and picked him up by his gun belt, because he was going to get trampled. I said to him, “You all right? Where did you get hit?” He said, “No, I dropped my pen.” It goes to show you how people’s minds go—here he is running for his life and he bent down to pick up a pen that he dropped.
