“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.”
-Mark Twain
Monday, December 8, 2014
TTTC- In the field WRITE a LETTER
Choose one of the soldiers in the field the night Kiowa dies and write a condolence letter from that character to Kiowa’s family. Consider why you choose to include some information and leave out other facts.
I’m very sorry about you sons passing. We were really close, he was a good guy. Kiowa always made jokes and kept everyone distracted from what was actually happening, I’m grateful for that. Your son could’ve made it as a comedian. He always cracked jokes and made us all laugh.
You probably want someone to blame, let that someone be me. I wont talk about it much, but I know it’s my fault. I was with him, right next to him when he passed. I could’ve saved him but I didn’t, I’ve deeply sorry for that, sir. I really wish I could have, believe me, I really tried to but it couldn’t be done.
I know though, that your son was a great man with the right values, with the right attitude, with the right jokes. I really liked how he could find the funny in everything, it made me happy.
But sir, I hope you realize how good he was, how funny, how brave your son was. He didn’t deserve death, he never could deserve death. I’m so sorry for not saving him, if you knew the circumstances (which I hope you never do) you would understand better.
Please, try to have a good day for the rest of your life. Kiowa would want that.
It is with deep regret that I write to you. Your Son is dead, and it is my fault. I was camping with him in the field. I showed him the picture of my girl, it was my flashlight that showed where we were. I tried to save him, I swear I did. I tried, really tried, but he still sank under the field. It was my fault. I am so sorry for your loss. It is a shame that you have to deal with the death of your son so early in your life. We were best friends, and it pains me to say that I couldn't save him, that I wasn't strong enough to help him. We have cleaned his hatchet, bible, moccasins, and rucksack, which will be presented to you upon the return of your son body. Please, give him a memorable eulogy, please say how sorry I am, how sad it is we lost such a brilliant life. He was a good man. A smart one too. Help plan out several missions, one of the best men we had. Your son was a good solider, and a good man. He was a solider in a war and he died with honour. I give you my sincerest condolences.
To the parents of Kiowa; I regret to inform you that Kiowa has been KIA. Our troop was stationed next to a river in Song tra Bong. During the night, Kiowa and another soldier was looking at a picture, and the other soldier shined a flashlight on the picture. The light alerted the enemy and they started bombing the river. The bombing was unexpected and it flung water everywhere. Kiowa was caught in the flinging water, and he fell underwater. He got stuck in the mud, and we failed to rescue him in time. The next day, we spent hours looking for Kiowa in the mud, we eventually found him and his belongings. We found his illustrated new testament and moccasins and have sent them with this letter. It is unfortunate we could not recover his hatchet or rucksack. I have known Kiowa since the beginning of this war when we were put in the same regiment. We all quickly became friends with Kiowa, he was a likable guy. Spending this much time with someone, putting your life in each other’s hands, you become family. He was a remarkable soldier and never got on anyone’s bad side. It’s been an honor serving by his side, we’re all going to miss Kiowa.
First may I say I knew Kiwoa, not the best, but I knew him. I am sorry you lost your son. I will tell you what happen, but i will leave out some details.
We were at a stop for a camp, nothing much really going on, just us sitting there. We passed time joking around, making the best of the place we are in. And let me tell you that place smelled bad, we were camped at a field. But this field was actually a, sorry for the bad words, shit field, and i mean it. Well during the time there we did not know it was a shit field until after we left. While we are there, as you know we are not doing much, just sitting around like always. Then to break the silence a little i guess. This guy, I don't know his name. He did nothing more than show a picture of something. I think it was a picture of his girlfriend, well i look up, out of boredom and see Kiwoa smile and say "...cute...." then a huge blast went off. I don't remember much after that, but i do hope you know that your son died with a smile.
Dear Kiowa’s Parents I’m so sorry for what happened to your son that night we were attacked. It should have never happened to him… or anyone in this damn war. He was one of the best men I had. But to tell you both the truth it was my fault that he died. My poor judgment of were we had set up camp that night was the reason why were attacked that night. My order was to set up in this field that was the local villages sewage field. I shouldn’t have listen should have moved to higher ground in the night and given off false coordinates of were we were…. But I didn’t. He died drowning in the river after he was shot in the shoulder. He was a good man, nice and thoughtful and always knew he had god with him. Be proud of him, he was a great man that will not be forgotten by us.
Dear Kiowas' mommy and daddy, Your kids kinda dead, and by that I mean there was an explosion and when we found him later he was kind of underneath a few pounds of poop, so yeah, I don't really know what else to say I mean, your kid drowned in feces. I'm not gonna say his death was pretty, mainly because no one really saw the way he died, all I can say is that the place we found him was a couple feet underneath some shit. Kiowa was a good soldier though that's for sure, he was always helpful and always concerned for others, I can't even begin to tell you how many times he helped me and some of the guys out of some shitty situations, pun intended. I know this won't make up for the death of your son but I just figured maybe you would like to know.
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ReplyDeleteDear father of Kiowa,
ReplyDeleteI’m very sorry about you sons passing. We were really close, he was a good guy. Kiowa always made jokes and kept everyone distracted from what was actually happening, I’m grateful for that. Your son could’ve made it as a comedian. He always cracked jokes and made us all laugh.
You probably want someone to blame, let that someone be me. I wont talk about it much, but I know it’s my fault. I was with him, right next to him when he passed. I could’ve saved him but I didn’t, I’ve deeply sorry for that, sir. I really wish I could have, believe me, I really tried to but it couldn’t be done.
I know though, that your son was a great man with the right values, with the right attitude, with the right jokes. I really liked how he could find the funny in everything, it made me happy.
But sir, I hope you realize how good he was, how funny, how brave your son was. He didn’t deserve death, he never could deserve death. I’m so sorry for not saving him, if you knew the circumstances (which I hope you never do) you would understand better.
Please, try to have a good day for the rest of your life. Kiowa would want that.
Sincerely, Norman Bowker
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ReplyDeleteTo The Parents Of Kiowa;
ReplyDeleteIt is with deep regret that I write to you. Your Son is dead, and it is my fault. I was camping with him in the field. I showed him the picture of my girl, it was my flashlight that showed where we were. I tried to save him, I swear I did. I tried, really tried, but he still sank under the field. It was my fault. I am so sorry for your loss. It is a shame that you have to deal with the death of your son so early in your life.
We were best friends, and it pains me to say that I couldn't save him, that I wasn't strong enough to help him. We have cleaned his hatchet, bible, moccasins, and rucksack, which will be presented to you upon the return of your son body. Please, give him a memorable eulogy, please say how sorry I am, how sad it is we lost such a brilliant life. He was a good man. A smart one too. Help plan out several missions, one of the best men we had. Your son was a good solider, and a good man. He was a solider in a war and he died with honour. I give you my sincerest condolences.
Connor Armstrong
(Faceless, Nameless Solider)
To the parents of Kiowa;
ReplyDeleteI regret to inform you that Kiowa has been KIA. Our troop was stationed next to a river in Song tra Bong. During the night, Kiowa and another soldier was looking at a picture, and the other soldier shined a flashlight on the picture. The light alerted the enemy and they started bombing the river. The bombing was unexpected and it flung water everywhere. Kiowa was caught in the flinging water, and he fell underwater. He got stuck in the mud, and we failed to rescue him in time. The next day, we spent hours looking for Kiowa in the mud, we eventually found him and his belongings. We found his illustrated new testament and moccasins and have sent them with this letter. It is unfortunate we could not recover his hatchet or rucksack.
I have known Kiowa since the beginning of this war when we were put in the same regiment. We all quickly became friends with Kiowa, he was a likable guy. Spending this much time with someone, putting your life in each other’s hands, you become family. He was a remarkable soldier and never got on anyone’s bad side. It’s been an honor serving by his side, we’re all going to miss Kiowa.
Sincerely,
Lt. Jimmy Cross
To the father of Kiwoa,
ReplyDeleteFirst may I say I knew Kiwoa, not the best, but I knew him. I am sorry you lost your son. I will tell you what happen, but i will leave out some details.
We were at a stop for a camp, nothing much really going on, just us sitting there. We passed time joking around, making the best of the place we are in. And let me tell you that place smelled bad, we were camped at a field. But this field was actually a, sorry for the bad words, shit field, and i mean it. Well during the time there we did not know it was a shit field until after we left. While we are there, as you know we are not doing much, just sitting around like always. Then to break the silence a little i guess. This guy, I don't know his name. He did nothing more than show a picture of something. I think it was a picture of his girlfriend, well i look up, out of boredom and see Kiwoa smile and say "...cute...." then a huge blast went off. I don't remember much after that, but i do hope you know that your son died with a smile.
Sincerely,
Mark Marks.
Dear Kiowa’s Parents
ReplyDeleteI’m so sorry for what happened to your son that night we were attacked. It should have never happened to him… or anyone in this damn war. He was one of the best men I had. But to tell you both the truth it was my fault that he died. My poor judgment of were we had set up camp that night was the reason why were attacked that night. My order was to set up in this field that was the local villages sewage field. I shouldn’t have listen should have moved to higher ground in the night and given off false coordinates of were we were…. But I didn’t. He died drowning in the river after he was shot in the shoulder. He was a good man, nice and thoughtful and always knew he had god with him. Be proud of him, he was a great man that will not be forgotten by us.
L.T.
Jimmy Cross
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ReplyDeleteDear Kiowas' mommy and daddy,
ReplyDeleteYour kids kinda dead, and by that I mean there was an explosion and when we found him later he was kind of underneath a few pounds of poop, so yeah, I don't really know what else to say I mean, your kid drowned in feces. I'm not gonna say his death was pretty, mainly because no one really saw the way he died, all I can say is that the place we found him was a couple feet underneath some shit. Kiowa was a good soldier though that's for sure, he was always helpful and always concerned for others, I can't even begin to tell you how many times he helped me and some of the guys out of some shitty situations, pun intended. I know this won't make up for the death of your son but I just figured maybe you would like to know.
Sincerely:
Azar
By: Tulensa