"I remember wondering if they were going to shoot us there and if that closet was going to be our death bed."

Waking in my bed I remember looking the 20 year old man in the face and wondering why he was there.  He was saying something that I couldn’t understand.  His eyes were wide open and his face was stressed.  It's a moment that will haunt me forever. Amy kicked and screamed when she was woken by the other attacker covering her mouth with his hand. I finally screamed too.  The attacker with me threatened to hurt the two of us if we did not keep quiet.  With one hand he roused me from the bed.  His other hand held a gun whose long barrel I felt down my back.  He announced he had a 12-gague shotgun and that I was to give him my valuables.  He said that the security guards were tied up and that there were two more intruders waiting outside.  The other man told Amy to give him money and jewelry.  For the next seven minutes to ten minutes each one of them moved us around in the moon-lit room to find money, a cell phone or any other valuables.  I did not know what was being spoken to Amy and she did not know what was being spoken to me.  At one point though all four of us were at one place in the room.  I had a two year old silver flip phone made by Samsung.  The men wanted the phone but I couldn’t find it.  They insisted on the cell phone charger, but I did not bring it because the charger does not function with the Saint Lucia electrical current.  The attackers kept asking repeatedly for that charger as if it were important.  And here’s the strange thing:  the main items they had us looking for, the cell phone, the money and the camera they were going to ask Amy to look for later, were already in their possession.  They had rifled through our possessions and grabbed those things before they ever woke us up.  The only additional thing they grabbed were shoes, clothes and a carry-on travel bag.  They did not want our documentation or credit cards.

Failing to find anything further they put us in a large closet in the corner of the room.  I remember wondering if they were going to shoot us there and if that closet was going to be our death bed.  Were they frustrated with the few items and little money they had stolen? Were they going to shoot us in the next minute and leave us dead or with wounded organs and life-long complications?  These were the thoughts going through my head.  God only knew if the two security guards were lying dead in a pool of blood. 

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