what are we doing? i d t know. honestly, i don t know. go, go, go, go. we end up taking shelter in people s homes. breece has a wound to his head. one of the men in the house, he makes us and the troops fried eggs in the middle of this insanity while his own family cowers in another room. a soldier walks in. he s just been shot in the leg. the madness outside, it doesn t end. later he helps treat breece s head wound. in the evening, isis begins closing in. the bullets are ricochetting