Curt lemon's Death

Curt Lemons death was almost beautiful in a way. Him and Sanders where up to there normal fooling around with smoke grenades again. I didn’t think anything of it because they are always messing around when we have some down time. Those there we inseparable, that was until the day Curt died anyways. As Curt stepped into the sunlight from the shade of a nice, big, old tree, I herd a click. So I looked over by them, then it all happened like it was meant for all of us to see. You just see him go flying into a tree, it was almost like slow motion too. You could see the expression change in the time that seemed like forever. As he was flying through the air it still looked as if he was almost happy. He seemed like he was finally lifted from some kind of curse. That why it looked almost beautiful the way he died. He seemed so happy to be leaving this world and entering another. It was as if he almost died without pain, there was no scream just a click and then boom he was in a tree.

kiowa's Death

The death of Kiowa was one of the hardest for me to get over. I didn’t know what or ever where to start telling his father in the letter about his son’s death. I know one thing for damn sure is I will never leave this spot until I find him and bring him home. He was a fine soldier and a fine son, a son anyone could be proud of as a matter of fact. I knew I shouldn’t have set up camp there in that shit field. Every part of me was saying get out of there, move to higher ground, its not safe. I just ignored this saying it will be ok, we will make it through the night. I guess I really could only tell his father the truth, and the truth was I killed his son. There was no way to get around this death or try to make it seem easier then it was. This was just death, it happened and all I can do is blame myself. I was the foolish one who set up camp there. So I guess I could start this letter off as, He was a great soldier I wouldn’t have traded him for any other soldier out on the field. He always seemed to make the day a little bit better, he always had a way of making us all smile. His death was one that we will all carry on our backs for the rest of our lives, and there will be less enjoyment from day to day knowing he is gone. That lucky man got the easy way out of the war. I’m sorry for your lost. His death will be unforgiveable.

Sanders Story

When Sanders told me about the story of the soldiers in the mountains I couldn’t believe my ears. I thought He was just talking crazy talk like every other war story. You never would think that someone would ever just hear music and a cocktail party in the middle of the mountains. I didn’t get how someone would be going that crazy until it happens you will never know. I can see now that the war is going on how someone can lose there mind that quickly. I just hope it doesn’t ever happen to me. I just thought that if you where hearing voices, music and glasses clanking you would go and investigate but I wouldn’t know. I still do this day don’t know how he got this story, or how those poor soldiers got stuck in that spot. All I know is that it was one hell of a bad night for them. Also even after they blew the mountains to shit, they still herd the noise. I don’t know how they didn’t kill themselves right away. One this I know is for sure Sanders really knows how to mess with someone’s mind. I really understand what war can do to you after he told me about that story and I will never think of those mountains the same way.

The day Ted died

The day Ted Lavender died was a bad day. I blame it all on myself, I was too busy thinking about martha and how I loved her. If I would pay more attention to the field around me, I would have been able to save a soldiers life that didn't need to die. All I remember is after Ted's death kiowa wouldn't shut the hell up about how he fell like cement. I felt bad enough already that I had killed a soldier in my platoon. I just cant stop blaming myself for the death, it was my own selfishness that got that poor boy killed. Not only was it a heavy burden on me and my men, we also had to carry him to the dust off and all of his extra supplies. There was a lot of extra supplies that we did not need to carry and wasted a lot of our time to transport them to the dust off. When we finally got the dust off and it left there was nothing more we could do. We could try to forget about his death and move on but it was so much harder then anyone would ever think about. EVER! The best we could do was just move on and hope that we will make it back home.