“Benga – do you feel well enough to hold your rifle?”

(“Loaded?”

“Yes, Charles.”)

“Benga – do you feel well enough to hold your rifle?”

“Yes, Bwana K. Me stay near this window.”

“Everyone, we are in tight quarters. Stay alert and watch all sides. Point those guns always toward the windows – away from each other,” screaming to be heard over the sound of the hail hammering the camper. 

Turning to return to my post at the front window, there is another booming thunder clap, and the camper seems to almost elevate from a powerful wind gust. There is a deafening explosion from near overhead. I am knocked off my feet and thrown against the wall close to the driver compartment.

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