The recurrent theme in my mind, by Wednesday, was that no cavalry was coming, so we had to hold things together ourselves.

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I saw people dying at the convention center, I saw people already dead, and there was nothing — nothing — I could do because I had no tools, ... That was the hell of the day. Then the night would fall, and it became like a Stephen King novel. These predators were holed up in the center, and they came out and preyed on the people.

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I just sat there and held him for a while and looked into his eyes, ... He was terrified of dying, and I was trying to focus him, to talk him down. There was nothing else I could do.

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