some of the guys grabbed fontenot and dragged him into our humvee, cut off his vest and tried to stoprying to cpr and keep him alive but he was totally unresponsive. they got him to hospital, but too late. the adrenaline wore off and the emotions came flooding in. we sat down and had a smoke. some guys came up to wash the blood out of the humvee and — and that was that. he was gone. while they had been trying to save fontenot, an apache helicopter arrived to take out the sniper who shot him. seeing one man pass a rifle to another over a wall, they engaged a car with three people in it. i have watched that a billion times. should it make me feel good? i don't know. i don't know if that's right or not. but it does. it at least lets me know that the guy that pulled the trigger and his getaway driver were not going to do that to another soldier or marine or civilian. the effects of ptsd are now blamed for a national epidemic in veteran suicide. in the year after dora, none of the second platoon took their own lives. but following their next tour in afghanistan, one soldier did. so nearly