Tag: navy-seal, war

My God had not spoken to me again. But neither had He forsaken me. I knew that. For damned sure, I knew that.

Danny Dietz died right there in my arms. I don’t know how quickly hearts break, but that nearly broke mine… I had to leave him or else die out here with him. But I knew one thing was certain. I still had my rifle and I was not alone, and neither was Danny, a devout Roman Catholic. I left him with God.