As humanitarian aid workers, they made the choice to be at the side of the victim, to provide some assistance, some comfort, some protection, but when they needed protection themselves, it wasn't there.
I fancy I see the faces of the men who have suffered — faces lean with agony and wet with sweats of death — growing distinct out of the gloom, and I hear the echoes of their cries for mercy.
And it is revealing that even decades later, when the British finally agreed to pay some compensation to a fraction of those who suffered in Kenya, this woman was very clear about who she wanted to hear from.