Dirt and blood dripped from out face as we continued but none of us ever stopped moving.
The pictures in the following morning news-paper are surreal. The person on the ground, at the feet of the policemen in the image, just yesterday was laughing and joking with us. My friend (that same friend that was floating high about a new girlfriend) was no longer here. A friend that would not have known that hate teamed with evil and was coming to visit us.
He was a perfect target.
He would not have known it was aimed at him.