The man fell to his knees in the warm surf of the Gulf of
Mexico. The salt water struck his skin abruptly, momentarily easing the pain.
His thoughts were not of his wife or his children and his life did not flash
before his eyes. He thought of the last
face he had seen and how little expression it showed. He thought of the sound
of the gun and the few moments that he thought he hadn’t been hit, that the
bullet had missed its target.
As the rush of blood from the hole in his stomach drained
him, he collapsed into the water.