11:00 p.m.
A man stumbled across the rocky path, clutching one side of his body.
As he neared, I recognized his face, dusty, covered with blood and perspiration.
I ran towards him and grabbed him just as he collapsed into my arms. He struggled to smile, and a tear slipped down his eye.
"Look, what they did to me, brother," he said.
I lifted his blood-soaked shirt, and saw his gaping wounds. "Who did this?"