"MIKE!!!" Peter wailed as we watched our friend take a total of eight shots to the back. He had made himself a human shield for Davy and was now, I presumed, dead. I grabbed Peter's hand and stopped him from running out into the open fire. He struggled against me with a strength I'd never known him to have. He wailed and screamed and called Mike's name.

The pain in him mingled with mine own and I cried as I held Peter back from the suicide mission he wanted to endeavor.