by Popeye Jones (Author)
I was pointing my service revolver at him and ordering him to drop the machete but suddenly he charged me, swinging the machete at my head. I fired one shot and saw the bullet make a hole in his shirt and blood start to trickle out. When the gun went off it sounded like a cannon I couldn't believe how loud it was. The guy never even staggered, he just stood there The look in his eyes scared the hell out of me He said "now you're dead " as he charged me a second time. I was able to get another round off, which also struck him in the chest, as we both fell to the ground. I was now in an all-out fight for my life and was acting on pure adrenaline. I was in a zone; everything became silent around me and I was focused on one thing only; avoiding the blade of that machete When we fell I dropped my gun on the ground and we were both struggling to reach for it but before he could grab it his body convulsed and it was over.