"I took off the Black Lives Matter t-shirt I chose that night to blend in with the crowd and used it to stanch the wounds on the first shooting victim: Joseph Rosenbaum. "It's gonna be okay, bro," I told Rosenbaum. "We're gonna have a beer after this and laugh about it." It was hard to hear my voice over the sounds of Rosenbaum struggling to breathe and gargling blood instead. I arrived at the scene of the shooting. I tried to retrace my steps. There was no memorial for Rosenbaum or Huber."