ᏔᎵᏍᎪᎯᏍᎩ ᏧᏕᏘᏴᏓ ᎣᎭᏁ ᎩᎦᎭ ᏚᏙᏪᎳᏅ ᎦᏙ, ᎠᏯ ᎠᏰᎵ ᎢᏯᏆᏕᏘᏴᏓ, ᎦᏲᏟ ᏗᏆᏟᎸ, ᎤᏍᎦᏎᏗ ᏃᎴ ᎤᏲ, ᏓᏂᏍᏔᏲᎯᎲ, ᎠᏂᏍᎦᏯ ᎠᏂᏍᎩᎾᏗᏍᎬ, ᏎᎦᏉ ᎡᏝᏪᎯ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏘᏍᎬ.
A quarter century after this bloody moment memorialized on the ground, I, as a middle-aged man, engaged personally in more than a few skirmishes, and I found them to be desperate and ugly encounters, gunfire spluttering in pulses, men yelling curses, brief confused silences between outbursts.