>> my name is ginnett mccoy, and i'm a pulse survivor. it was all about sursurvival. get out. get out. don't get shot. once i exited the club, i saw my buddy, juan, shot in the leg. automatical automatically, i'm taking off my shirt and wrap him up really tight. it's hard to tell yourself that you believe in god, but it is hard to say that i am here because of god. because, i'm sorry, i don't believe that god would take those people the way that they were taken. i felt bullets passing me. i felt them. i felt the heat. i felt the fire. how did it miss me? sometimes, i tell myself, gosh, if i could have just maybe taken a bullet for somebody, they'd