23 DaysThere's this feeling you get deep down inside when things go horribly wrong. Just when you think life is looking up, just when your wounds finally begin to heal, just when you start getting back into some semblance of a normal routine, just when you let your guard down after months upon months of crippling paranoia, just when the nightmares begin to fade away
that's when it happens. Just like that, with the sting of a single gunshot, another life is taken away. Again, again, again, over and over again. Every bullet tears through me like a bolt of lightning.I haven't slept in days. How can I possibly sleep when my citizens are under siege? I can't see the enemy, but I certainly see the faces of the victims. I try hard to think of them as they lived and not as they died. Who were they? Ordinary people doing ordinary thingsshopping, going to school, walking to their cars, pumping gasolineon otherwise ordinary days. They had little in common, no connection to each other.