Ha. Well I can remember this time working at the hospital in Kenya, but I was only a teenager then. I had gone on a trip to help build schools in an isolated part in Kenya, and because of my interest in medical studies I had been allowed to work at the local hospital. It was filled with mostly North American staff with some of them not much older than me. See these trips are supposed to take place in areas that had little to no violence, and were the local 'gangs' couldn't get you. That's not how this one worked. Late one night, one of the few 'policemen' was dropped off at the ER. It wasn't gunshot wound, wasn't broken bones, but he was burnt. He had been necklaced(where a car tire is filled with gasoline and put around someone neck, then light ablaze) and I honestly didn't know how he had survived it. I didn't really know that you could. But we place him on the bed and give him the strongest painkillers we could find and lay him on the bed. I just looked at the doctor and asked what the hell do we do? Then I heard the first one. Bang. Then a couple more. Bang Bang. I look outside to see flames only a couple hundred metres down. We were supposed to avoid this. The only doctor in the room gave me the marvellous idea to "stay put". Because I'm sure the marauding gang members aren't going to try and steal all the drugs. He left, and I got as prepared for what was happening as much as any teenage boy could have. I grabbed the side-arm of the officer laying in front of me, and took a long, deep breath. I had only fired a hand gun twice this, and that was only a .22 calibre, this must have been a .38 at least. I walked out of the room and heard some random shouting in Banto I think. I walked to the front door, and sat against the wall. I waited for what seemed like two hours, but finally heard foot steps coming up to the door. The first thing that came through was the barrel of and AK, so I raised my pistol and waited until I saw anything resembling a head. As soon as I did, Bam. Dead. I had to act fast or all the other thugs would be here in no time. I pulled the body inside and took his gun and ammo, then stopped. What am I doing? I just killed a man. Now I'm getting ready to kill more. What the hell am I doing?