I stayed by Ammon's side for the majority of the day. I made the tent as warm as I could get it. The problem was that I didn't even know what was wrong with him. He had bruises all over him and his eyes would only open a little. I figured that he had to have bruised some bones, but we'd never be sure. I tried to treat him best I could with what I had, giving him some pain relief medicine. There wasn't much, but I tried my best. I knew that in the end, he wasn't meant to survive in the slightest. I could tell.

  Ammon's eyes finally wouldn't open one last time. Mosao came in and helped get his body out. I checked his pulse and his breathing. Ammon is no more. He is gone. I couldn't treat his injuries.

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  We burned his body, providing us some warmth for the time being. It was not a lot, but it was very nice. Ammon helps his brothers even in his death.

  Lawrence placed a hand on my shoulder, "It's not your fault."

  "Not my fault?" I questioned, "I know it isn't my fault. It's that dreadful avalanche."

  He shook his head, "No. You look like you think that it's all your fault. It's not."

  I don't know what he's talking about. I just want to go into my tent and fall asleep. I write today only to say that we are indeed all doomed. I have just accepted our fate. There is no point in trying. Antonio and Ammon are both dead. There is nothing I can possibly do about it. When it comes down to it, why would I? There is nothing in this world for us. We are only soldiers; only boys. We are all better off not in this world. It is what we have left for us in the end.