I was looking right at my best friend, chatting, when two things happened at the same instant. A puff of pink mist erupted from my friend’s upper torso just above his body armor and the single crack of a sniper’s rifle pierced the morning heat. The bullet, entering a relatively inconsequential spot just below his collarbone, traveled a destructive path through his upper torso ricocheting several times off the inside of his Kevlar vest to conduct its fatal business. I sprang into action, ripping off my friend’s vest, trying to find the wounds and stop the bleeding. But there was nothing I could do. It took less than a minute. His last words were “sister…my sister…”
Less than an hour later, My CO was in my face. “You’re lying! This couldn’t have been a single shot from a sniper! They’re not the that good! What were you doing?! Why didn’t you move faster to save my soldier?!”
It was at that moment, I’ll tell you, I knew there was no God.