DAY 803 - MAY 20, 2013

You signal to Jalal as quietly as possible to floor the truck, but when he does so the flat tires sputter uselessly in the sand and trash on the ground. The truck doesn't get traction in time and when the men understand you are trying to make a break for it, they open fire. The technical is peppered with AK rounds that pierce the flimsy Toyota metal. The first time you leave your apartment along the front lines in Aleppo and it is also your last. You are hit several times in the chest and neck and the last thing you think before bloodily slouching down is for what? You have only a few Syrian Pounds on you and the truck is now useless. When did human life start to mean nothing? When did death become so common?

You have been killed.