“I just call a volunteer standing two steps next to me who holds
his head out for too long after the shot. At that moment, his head jolts, the
familiar and terrible dull sound of the bullet’s impact sounds, and the man
slowly collapses. The bullet penetrated the forehead and tore off half the
skullcap behind. Still mid-fall, he claws his hands into the wound and smears
himself over and over with his own brain. It was a terrible sight.”