I was rolling to my knees when I saw a flash of white step out from around the back of the ambulance. Clarke shouted "DOWN!!´and shoved Rodgers hard into the shelving. I heard a three round burst and saw three holes in Clarke’s uniform quickly stain with blood.

Clarke dropped to his knees and grabbed his chest. “Ashadu an laa ilaha Allah, Wa ashadu anna Mohammed rasulo Allah.” He fell forward, and moved no more.

Rodgers lay on the ground too. A gash across his forehead where he had hit one of the stanchions that supported the shelves of tires.

The ambulance started and the garage door started to open. I rushed forward and raised my M4 at the driver.

Rashida stared back at me, from behind the wheel. She was dressed in the whites of a nurse. I will always remember how she looked at me. I cried out, “Rashida, NO!!!” She looked at me through the windshield and smiled as she slapped at a large button on the dash.

Smoke began to pour from the back of the ambulance, and I emptied the magazine into her body.