As to what I would do if it were my child, well that's different. I'd jump in and die gloriously. Hopefully I'd think to hand the pistol to someone who could use it before I jumped.
Best quote here. And one I agree with.
But I'll take it a step further, I happen to agree with MLeak on this one. Even to the point of jumping in and dying like a gallant fool. I studied psychology quite a bit in college and you never really get over
traumatizing events, you merely learn to live with them. Psychologists equate it to learning to live without an amputated limb. Arms and legs I can part ways with, but learning to live with yourself after sitting on your hands while a child is eaten before your eyes?!
Hopefully I'd think to smear myself with barbeque sauce before I jumped...