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Today, I am writting you a letter with my heart torn out. My best friend Ben died today. He was shot through the neck just behind the trachia. I saw him go down after he got hit. I froze. What do I do? Is this real? Then my training kicked in. I returned fire on the shooter. My fireteam hit the shooter 8 times before I ordered a ceasefire. After the Iraqi died, I ran to Ben, who was still alive. I looked at his wound, and knew instantly, he wouldn't survive. I knelt down and picked him up and held him. I looked right at him and drew my Ka-Bar and put it in the sand. I asked him if he wanted to die slow, or if he wanted me to end it quick for him. I knew he couldn't talk, and told him to blink once for no, twice for yes. He blinked once. I closed my eyes and knew he was going to go out painfully. I held him until i saw the life leave his eyes. When he died, I felt nothing. I was completely numb. Like it was just a nightmare, and I would wake up any second to see Ben fucking around with his bolt, or with the football he never left behind. It's been 7 hours since he died, and I still can't really accept that he's gone. I'm feeling the pain now. Right now, I could really use a warm hug and kiss. I wish I was home to get those, but I can't be. I have a duty to our country, no matter the cost. I want you to know, I love you very much, and if I don't come home, be proud I died for our country. I have to go see after Ben's memorial.
- Captain Jason Vine
