A Freed Hostage Nearly Dies Under US Fire

I was going to write today about the delight of having a friend recently "come out" as some kind of non-heterosexual, and the interesting conversations we've been having. I was also going to write about brewing some tea that I bought in 1989 in Moscow, and maybe even tell the story of how the USSR came on to my radar when I was a wee teen. But THIS disgrace has emptied my mind of other, more pleasant subjects.

Was the driver afraid we were trying to re-kidnap her? Did he panic? Did we really warn them? Boggles the mind.