had before, but I roughly shoved them aside. I had to do this. Doug joined me as the rest of our brothers formed a wall around us. We carefully pulled Stu's managed body from the back of Doug's truck and carried him as gently as possible. We struggled to the edge, then as I stared Doug in the eyes, we swung the body once, twice, and on the third swing, we let Stu go.
I felt sick as I heard the body bouncing and tumbling to the ground below. "I'm sorry, brother," I whispered to myself. We stood in silence, lips pursed and mouths hard. I wasn't the only one that had to wipe a tear. We'd never had to do this before, and I silently prayed we never would again.
After a long moment, I couldn't take it anymore and broke the silent vigil by turning and stomping to the support truck. I was going
