Personal Narrative: Dying Next To My Best Friend

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Dying next to your best friend is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, so I know how Dave Jensen felt when he lost his best friend Lee Strunk. ¨No one is spared of death, it is a life event that may result in a natural process, an act of violence, war, or an unexpected traumatic event”(Clements P.20 ) Dave Jensen lost his best friend in the War, while I lost my best friend in a traumatic event. Both of us had to watch them suffer trying to fight to live, and eventually they gave up and died in pain. For me death is the hardest thing to understand because it is hard for me to cope with it, even though I know that it has to happen and everyone is going to die because no one is spared from death. Dave Jensen and Lee Strunk made a deal if …show more content…
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