Here you are with your best friend. The person closest to you, the person you know in and out, through and through who will be your future best man, or maid of honor. This trustworthy, steadfast, solid person has seen you at your best, has seen you at your worst, and continues to accept you for the person you are.
Now imagine you’re about to embark on a highly stressful fifteen month tour through a combat zone with this person. You will be using each other to lean on for strength, for courage. Imagine the amount of bonding you have done through a previous combat tour. Imagine that you two are horsing around in the billets on the base while cleaning weapons. Now, if you would, picture in your head that the 9mm Beretta in your hands isn’t actually clear. The trigger pulls tense, the primer ignites furiously, and the round is ejected in blitzkrieg fashion through the barrel at thousands of feet per second. Time stops. Everything you knew to be… comes crashing to a screeching halt.
Your friend, your best friend, your blood brother lay there motionless in a stream of his own blood.
Even on the outside looking in it’s a heartrending day. Two men’s lives have been ruined by one single act of carelessness. One warrants memorial, and the other lives for the rest of his life knowing what he has done. The insurmountable pain felt by the family of his best friend, and his own desolation will haunt him for the rest of his time on this mortal plane. The speculation of jail time for criminal neglect is most likely soon to be true.
Tragedy has befallen our family, and I hope that thoughts and prayers are with each person and the families for years to come.
This is the new result of the investigation following ‘Chuck Norris Once Roundhouse Kicked a Man in his Soul’ blog.