me and my brother would have gone out with that crowd, so thanks to her, we re still alive. the walton boys were in the back room when eventually police were able to break down the door and get people out. the security camera shows the chaos in the crowd after being released. look closely. there s blaise in his red shirt and ian with his backpack, free after 3.5 hours of being trapped. relief washed over phillip walton when he saw his boys in the image his friend sent him. at least his sons were okay. i remember thinking at that time, at least i won t be alone. i remember thinking, you know, however horrific this day is, at least the boys and i will have each other if it turns out worse than we would hope or imagine. his wife, catherine, was still trapped under that tiny table with her three girls and
himself, and more than that, he knew he was responsible for his younger brother. you grabbed your brother. yeah. as fast as you could. and just ran. were you pushing him. yes. you didn t want him to see it. yeah. that s hard. that would be hard for me. that would be hard for a grown up. yeah. at 14, that s pretty hard. it really is. les clutching his brother, ian, raced away from the gunfire with just one thought. i just thought, ian first, save him. me second. and you headed toward the back of the store. other people at that time were rushing back, so we followed the crowd. they made it to a storeroom at the back. others were hiding there too, including an american mother with her own kids. without catherine there to comfort them, the boys stayed with that mother. les hoped they were far enough
focus on keeping her daughters quite so they wouldn t attract attention. were you hiding? yeah. we were laying down on the ground trying to hide so they couldn t see us. portia kept her fingers in her ears. gigi layed there and she said i want my mouse and my blanket and my flashlight. she said she wanted her brothers. i told her that we d see them later. catherine could only hope that was true. half a world away a phone range in a hotel in north carolina. catherine s husband phillip, a tech entrepreneur had gone back to the u.s. for business meetings leaving his wife alone in nairobi with their five kids. i was woken up at 6:00 a.m. from a phone call from a dear family friend, so i knew it was nothing good. do you remember what he said? there s an attack going on at westgate and your wife and sons
could mean are very present. he had no way of knowing whether his family was alive or not. no way of knowing that soon, some of his prayers would be answered. phillip and catherine s sons are trapped in the most violent part of the mall, and a 14-year-old realizes it s up to him to protect his younger brother. i just thought, ian first, save him. me second. when dateline continues. when we were dating, we used to get excited about things like concert tickets or a new snowboard. matt: whoo! whoo! jen: but that all changed when we bought a house. matt: voilà! jen: matt started turning into his dad. matt: mm. that s some good mulch. i m awake. but it was pretty nifty when jen showed me how easy it was to protect our home and auto with progressive. [ wrapper crinkling ] get this butterscotch out of here. progressive can t protect you from becoming your parents. there s quite a bit of work, cause this was all this was all stapled.
hello and welcome back to dateline. gunmen had taken over the westgate mall and they were patrolling the building, searching for more victims. the two mothers in our story, both hiding with their children were hoping that their time is not running out. for 3.5 hours after armed gunmen stormed the westgate mall, two mothers had been trapped. catherine crouched for cover with three young daughters under a temporary kiosk. gunmen patrolling nearby. and faith, she and her two young children played dead all that time. they moved once and were instantly shot at. as a man approached them, faith held her position. but he wasn t aer t risterroris. he was a police officer. he was saying baby, baby, are