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.