We hired armed guards for the travel. The two guards were kind of stoic and intimidating.

I saw five guys get out of that truck. There were four white guys and one black guy. The black guy was pretty beaten up, and he had a rope around his neck.

That's when I saw those two guys fighting. One guy was rather tall, wearing an orange T-shirt and cargo shorts.

I ran back outside, calling Lynn’s name, and that’s when I saw Jean. She told me that Mike had moved out yesterday. My daughter was gone.

There were six other kids on the bus as well. I know all their faces, but I don’t remember all their names.

Since returning from Iraq, Steve has never really been the same. He had been on two tours before finally coming home.