because i wasn't supposed to be alive. >> in a long conversation that switched between haitian creole and english, marine described in vivid detail the night her husband was killed. it was around 1:00 a.m., she says, when the shooting started. it wasn't something small. it was the sounds of automatic weapons. bullet holes still pockmark the compound at the time, she and her husband hid in their bedroom. minutes later, she said the door burst open, gunfire ripped through the air, and at first, only she was hit, face down and bleeding, she thinks about a dozen men ransacked the room looking for something specific. they came to find something because i heard them saying that's not it, that's not it, there it is. which means they found what they were looking for. she doesn't know what they found but after they did, an attacker approached her husband, at this point still alive and unhurt, and got on the phone. she says that person called