He stood up fast. Stunned. Hands to his head. Blood pouring down his face. He tried to yell “Cease fire” but his voice didn’t match the urgency. It was barely above normal. No one heard him. Not at first. Then came the confusion. The match paused. People turned. His dad rushed in. The match director followed. I stood back, locked in a moment I had seen before. Not on a firing line. In the water. Before I was a shooter, I was a lifeguard. A coach. First aid wasn’t optional. It
