I was standing in what reporters call “the bumper” with my daughter and son-in-law – the well that runs the perimeter of the stage used primarily by photojournalists – when a gunman opened fire. The former president, just feet from me, grabs his face and finds blood running into his ear. He ducks down. More gunshots ring out. Within seconds, Donald Trump is surrounded by law enforcement who form a human shield around him. At this point, Michel Picard, one of the Trump campaign’s advance team, forces me down on the ground. The moment is a blur, but I recall just standing there, with my daughter and her husband already on the ground, and then Michel stretches on top of us to shield us.