One father, whose photograph I look at every night, explained to me how his kid was ripped out of his hand and he went looking for him on the ground, and couldn’t find him. Ten meters away he found his kid and looked at him while he got shot the second time. But his father thought that was the first time. When he came to us, he had no organs. When I rolled him over, he had no organs. A classic high velocity bullet wound is a small entrance hole, the size of the bullet and the exit wound is capacious. An American football was the size of the hole in the kid’s back. Everything between his shoulder blades and every organ in his chest was missing, including his spine. When I rolled him over, my hand fell into his chest feeling his ribcage. And then, when I rolled him back, the dressing fell off his head and I saw his brains coming out of the other side. This kid was 6 years old.