I was witness to one of the most hardcore and insane things that has ever happened at a Christian camp. In the summer of 2001, I was a counselor at a Christian camp in Northern California. I was there for a month and we had four different groups that showed up for one week each. The first three groups were completely normal and without incident. The last week, we had about 300 at-risk kids that were from underprivileged areas and down the Pacific coast from San Diego to Seattle. These were mostly kids that were growing up on some mean streets and rarely go out into nature. So it was awesome for them to be out in nature and getting the full camper experience. The first day went fine and it was mostly just everyone settling in. After the second day, however, things started getting a bit tense between some of the different groups of kids from different areas. On the third day, we had a hold down with all the campers on the basketball courts as a dance floor. This is where tensions came to a head and where shit got intense very fast. Unknown to our ultimately naive camp counselors, there were multiple Chris and Blood Game members from different cities throughout the group of campers. The hold down ended up being a battleground. I'll never forget a six-foot-plus teenager leap off on the top of some bleachers like Roddy Piper off a turnbuckle and smash an unsuspecting camper's face in. It interrupted into a full blow bra that lasted the better part of an hour. I honestly consider it a miracle that nobody was killed. I have seen a few street fights in my day, but this one made me never want to see another one. As a result, a few campers went to the hospital, a few got arrested, and the rest went back to their bunks. Later that evening, even counselors were assigned a bunk to bring a tray of brownies and pictures of juice to. We did this on day three for all the camp groups. Basically, we're supposed to befriend them with juice and brownies and tell them how great our Christian organization is and how Jesus has possibly affected us. Upon entering the bunkhouse, I see a timid white counselor with his head in his hands in an almost fetal position sitting on the edge of the bunk. As I look around, I notice all the campers are rummaging around in their bags and grabbing their gang collars and bandanas. It wasn't really picking up on what was happening until I heard the unmistakable sound of a sly being pulled back on the handgun. As I turn around, I see two kids tucking in pistols into their waistbands. These kids were suiting up for a full blown gang war in the middle of a Christian camp. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I must have said something because their group leader guy looked up from his hands with watery eyes and just mouth, I don't know what to do. I set down the pitcher of juice and plate of brownies on the ground and booked it to the main building in the camp. I told the camp leaders what was going down and they called 911 immediately. Luckily, the cops got there relatively fast given it was fairly close to a small town. They ended up arresting over a dozen campers and even a few of their group counselors. To this day, I don't know what their counselors were arrested for. They canceled the rest of the camp and sent all the kids home three days early. That was the last camp I ever was a counselor at.