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Lucky Trajectories?

Gunshot #1: The bullet ripped through his mother’s forearm, shattered the bones and left bits of cloth from her sleeve peppered throughout the wound. It then entered the cheek of his infant sister as she slept in the crook of her mother’s cradled arm. It was a mistake of course.

Gunshot #1: The bullet ripped through his mother’s forearm, shattered the bones and left bits of cloth from her sleeve peppered throughout the wound. It then entered the cheek of his infant sister as she slept in the crook of her mother’s cradled arm. It was a mistake of course. He’s only six years old and didn’t intend to hurt anyone. He got hold of a loaded gun; that is the way it happened. Underneath all the blood, his baby sister had only a superficial wound; it will heal with a scar. His mother however, will always have trouble with her right arm.

Gunshot #2: It happened during a cattle raid. Someone tried to steal his cows and shot him in the process. A single bullet went through his left ankle, touched the inside of his left thigh, brushed the skin a centimeter below his scrotum on the right side, then entered and exited his right hip. I spent a few minutes trying to figure out the path of the bullet. He said he was sitting on the ground with his left leg outstretched; his right leg, bent sharply at the knee, was tucked tightly into his body.

Gunshot #3: Another cattle raid and another young man barely out of his teens. The bullet entered his back, just to the right of his spinal column. It narrowly missed his spinal cord, traversed his right lung and exited his right shoulder.

When I first got to Lankien, I marveled at the luck of many of the gunshot victims, although they had serious injuries, they did not die from their wounds. Of course this was all a mirage. It takes a long time to get to the clinic; the victims of lethal wounds never get here.