I for one understand what a hollow point bullet does to the human condition. My heart has sobbed for these children and adults. I understand what it feels like to take a bullet through the chest. I was a teenager when it happened. I can tell you first hand it does not hurt initially. What I was taken with: The smell. Blood has a very rich, sticky smell and feels like someone poured warm soup down your shirt when the bullet hits. The body tries to fight to survive. The worst part is the inability to breathe. I remember wanting to sit up but the more I moved the more energy I used. More energy means breathing faster and they cycle speeds up. I don't believe the children were afraid. I think they were in shock. I experienced a NDE as a result of my incident. It feels like going to sleep in a peaceful bed. If for people understood what a bullet penetrating the chest feels like there would be a greater sense of civil discourse. These were children enduring a violent and very bloody end to their little lives. Yes, children were shot that day. Why, I think the evidence is in the faces of the other children still at the school. Children tell it like it is and some of those precious faces tell the tale. Their lives were stolen. Their parents won't know the joy of parenting them beyond that day and all they have left to cherish are memories. But, why am I concerned? Why have I decided to follow along? It's rooted in my own experience with my own near fatal shooting. Humans can live after being shot. They can live for well over an hour if shot through the critical mass. It's not easy but the will to live is a powerful force to reckon with. When I was shot: I weighted about 150 pounds. I was in a rural country wooded area. The nearest ambulance was twenty minutes away and the nearest hospital another twenty minutes away. All volunteers that had to be summoned by air horns and pagers. I was also alone. But I was able to live. (barely) My concern: My instinct is telling me there should be more wounded to deaths than there is.