Either we have all been in this situation or know somebody who has been in this situation where they thought for sure they were going to die. I was a missionary from InterVarsity Christian Fellowship/Christian Union U.K. in Belfast and I went there during the troubles in '85 through Church of England. One previous English missionary got killed by either the local Constables or supporting SAS troops there who mistook him for IRA or another pro-Irish or pro-English terrorist group. Like the rest of the missionaries I had to deal with walking around with machine guns being pointed at me with every step and some of the troops there looked (very) young and nervous. They were at a heightened state all the time and besides being armed to the teeth, they wore these 360 degree mirrors on their helmets and could detect any motion. Knowing that such a British solider killed my fellow English missionary was unnerving and when I was there each minute felt like my last. It sucked pretty much like I thought it would and helped form some anti-war views I have. But there was no hate and I clearly saw that you had two desperate sides at wits end who didn't know how to deal with getting up out of the house without being armed. It wasn't about who was right or wrong but simply staying alive. Live one more day and maybe common sense will win the day someday and there will be lasting peace. It's a mantra I think that can apply to any place like Belfast. I still have nightmares sometimes and oddly it sometimes includes the missionary who was shot where I am him. Belfast was a long term issue of war (not unlike Palestine) and proof positive that guns are never a good policy for long term issues that have to eventually be dealt with diplomatically. Share your experiences.