Middle of the dark in the old ambulance. every check point, the ukrainian gunmen came at us out of the car. they thought we were the russian hit squads. they opened up my own wounds, they looked at my injuries, make sure i was a real patient. one after the next, desperately, this race to try to get to the polish prime minister's train. they didn't have enough pain meds to give me when i was at the hospital. it's at that point when the pain started to grow. we made it to the train, we had ten hours. those are the ten that i had to dig deep. >> no medicine? >> i asked someone if he could give an...