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Our stories are very similar because I am also going to say that I never got to the stadium.  I joined the march on the way, just turning around from the robot on the main road towards Bisho we marched on and we carried on with no chaos.  What we saw was a yellow helicopter hovering above the crowd.  This helicopter was hovering above us the whole time.  On the way there were soldiers that I was positive they were not Ciskeian ones because their uniforms were different, they were wearing red berets.  All the roads were closed. The only road that was open was the one that was going towards Bisho.  When we were approaching the stadium we were told to wait.  There was a lot of us.  We were impatient and we just walked on because we could see the stadium, but unfortunately I never got to the stadium.  When I came close to the gravel road a helicopter emanated from the stadium.  There were already a lot of people in the stadium who were in a hurry to go in, but what happened is that as more people got into the stadium a helicopter emanated, when I looked up there were about five or six men in the helicopter, the doors were flung open, as I was trying to detect exactly what was happening we heard a terrible sound like a radio off station.  Then there was shooting.  People were moving up and down.  I also thought I should start running.  I went back.
 Across there were soldiers, Ciskeian soldiers, those were the people I saw were going to attack us.  Even though the sound coming from the helicopter was different from the gunshots, after about a three minutes there was yet another sound.  I was positive that these were machine guns, a lot of them.  I think those were one of the bullets that shot me EAST LONDON HEARING TRC/EASTERN CAPE
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on my chin.  
 Nothing told me that I must get up or lie down, I just fell over.  When I got up the second time I have never heard such a terrible thing.  I got shot and I fell on my stomach.
We were told that to dress warmly because we might have to sleep over.  We never really asked the reason behind this.  I had a warm anorak and also a bag with my laundry because I used to work in East London and I would go home every weekend.  After I had been shot I thought that this cannot be rubber bullets.  I could not feel my chin.  I looked around to see if maybe I could see my chin lying around.  I had false teeth.  I thought perhaps what I was touching was a piece of my false teeth.  I got up and carried on running.  Unfortunately I ran towards a bush.  Unfortunately it was a tree that I fell over that tree and I fell with my backside.  I thought it was safe because there was a hole there.  I thought I was safe from the gunshots but it was sore, my backside was sore.  
 I then started bleeding. I lost every ounce of my strength.  I thought the way I am bleeding nobody has ever bled like this before.  I realised then that it is my jaw, it was just hanging over together with a bullet.  Fortunately it did not fall off, it just hung on my face.  I tried to put my jawbone back.  The comrades then realised that I had been injured. It was obvious.  It was a distance of about ten metres, somebody else got shot and fell over.  Another man got shot on the leg.  My motives were such that I did not think anybody else would help me.  I thought I had strength.  What was difficult was for me to breathe because my whole chin was totally finished and I was famished.