Why do I have to keep owing him? He saved my life in Afghanistan and now he's done it again. Okay technically, David and Don saved my life, but that doesn't surprise me.

Since Dwayne was the one that got me there it seemed weird that he would help me, but he did. Sure it would have been nice if he had shot a little sooner, but still he did shoot

and that counts for something. Considering everything that I've gone through recently because of Dwayne, I guess it seems weird that I would still be saying that I owe Dwayne,

but I feel like I do. The truth is that before he turned to the dark side Dwayne was a great guy and he helped me out a lot. When I joined the military I was a stupid, scared kid

who hadn't truly realized what I was getting myself into. I tried to put on a strong facade but Dwayne saw me for who I really was. He never judged me for it though, instead he

took me under his wing. He taught me how to get through the day, how to actually have fun instead of being scared and he kept the jerks off of my back. It didn't really surprise

me that of all the guys in my squad Dwayne was the one to save my life that day the car bomb went off. Even though as a squad we were all supposed to have each other's

backs during combat, Dwayne was the only one that I always felt that I could truly count on. Dwayne always taught me that the two most important things in life were your

country and your "brothers". That was why I was so shocked and disappointed when I found out what he was doing with the Chinese. Dwayne was always the last guy that I

thought would betray his country. The truth is that for that reason, as much as I probably should have been, I wasn't really scared on that boat. I knew that despite everything,

somewhere deep down Dwayne was still the good, loyal guy I knew and I knew that he wouldn't let that asshole kill me. For as long as I can remember despite all of his faults,

when it comes down to it Dwayne is always there for me when I need him. It seems really ironic that three days ago I took a lethal injection and now sit here healthy as a horse,

yet Dwayne took one bullet and has yet to wake up. When our dad died when I was fifteen my older brother moved away to join the service and it took me three years to get

him back. Now as I sit here waiting for him to wake up all I can do is pray I don't lose him again.