He was so happy that he could go and get his brother's body. I felt terrible telling this guy his brother was dead, even though he already knew that. I didn't enjoy doing that.

We woke up at 7 a.m., and on good nights we'd finish at 9 p.m.. A couple of nights, we didn't finish until midnight.

I would do it again. I learned a lot about myself, and I would do it again. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

We were living in the same conditions. The people there were doing the best job they could. It comes down to the scope of the situation. The police, the government, the Red Cross, FEMA, we were all just overwhelmed.

Everything was like squeezing on my body. The car was on top of - that made it even worse. And then my body was squished and I was hurt and I started banging on the floor trying to make them stop.

It was like his body was in slow motion. He was checking out. I pulled his T-shirt back and I could see the bullet holes.