The military taught me never to attempt a rescue under fire without cover. Moving outside the cover of the tank was suicide. This was my first time I had to make the decision to let someone die. We were finally in line with the street that was our escape. But we still had to cross a hundred meters of open ground to get to safety. It would be near suicide to attempt to run across the street. The burning pain doubled then tripled. My head began to spin and breathing became more difficult. If I pass out here, they're going to die trying to carry me. I need to be the one.