Lessons from a Journalist and a Bishop By T. R. Heinan | The Write Room Blog | The  Melody Of Our Love | Scoop.it

The stack of bananas I was hiding behind would do nothing to stop the shower of bullets that were whizzing through the air, but I prayed that they would keep me out of sight.  I hunkered down next to the young man who had been assigned to protect me during my visit to Guatemala.  The military and a group of revolutionaries kept up the firefight for about ten minutes.  It seemed like an eternity as I watched a pool of blood ooze from beneath a young boy whose body lay just ten feet from the fruit stand that had suddenly become my hideout in a crowded public market.


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