We walked slowly through each floor, checking every classroom as we went. The sun was starting to set outside, casting shadows against the walls, making me look twice behind every door. Slowly, I walked into one classroom when strong arms grabbed me from behind. One arm wrapped around my waist while the other held a knife to my throat.

"Hold it right there, little miss," the voice said into my ear. I stopped struggling, dropping my M-16 to the floor, knowing that I was ...