may 19th, 2004 / 3:17 p.m.

i'm not ok, knowing that i left you to go away and die, for what? i'm still not so sure. i'm writing this letter from the side of a road..and dear mother..i'm dying. dear father..i promise i tried. tell mom that i was a brave man, a strong man. tell my little brother i did the right thing. the soudn of helos over my head, mortar blast in the backround..it's getting so quiet. it's getting so balck and it's only noon. i didn't want to die like this. i don't want to die alone. please let me go home. i don't want to die alone.

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