At the height of the Angolan Civil War I was living in the central city of Huambo. The city was patrolled by day by the MPLA military force, and by night by the opposing UNITA force. Confrontations were like clockwork. As the sun was setting, I would hear explosions in the distance, and as the daylight faded, the shooting became closer. I was certainly never an intended target, but unintentional injuries from crossfire happened every night. Then in the mornings, I would go out to the clinics we held in five scattered churches – one each day of the week. And along the way, I would pass evidence of the attacks the night prior. How many people do you suppose where killed in this building?