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.