Haiti Jail Break 95'

There wasn't a cloud in the sky.  The sun beat down upon us as the temperature continued to rise.  The couple of patrols we'd already done had us soaked with sweat.  I was looking forward to the ride back.  On the way we received a call from headquarters telling us to respond to an prison break in progress.  The information given to us explained that a truck had driven through one of the walls and a riot had broken out as a result.  Our job was to help with the containment and assist local police.

I took a knee nervously beside a truck near the breach, my eyes and ears alert.  I hadn't expected this sort of thing.  My nerves seemed to wind tighter and tighter as I waited, listening and watching for someone to appear in front of me.  What would I do if some pissed off man came toward me?  Should I try speaking or just remain silent?  I formulated half a dozen different strategies, but when a man did come running out towards me; I did something that I had not even considered.  I fired twice into his chest.

I road back to base feeling strangely numb, as if I had been enclosed in some kind of protective blanket.  I found that I could no longer even remember the details of the encounter, but only breif, vivid flashes of a man falling to the ground with a look of surprise and confusion on his face, of blood pooling beneath his body.