“There was a blood trail up the stairs, so I’m thinking I’m going up those stairs, kill the guy and smoke a cigarette. That was going to be my reward.

I get up the stairs and the jihadist I had shot repeatedly had his AK47 right at the landing. My boot slid on a puddle of his blood, and as my foot went to the side, he shot. It was just because I slipped on his blood, that he didn’t blow my face off. Then we started going at it.

We were choking and punching each other, he bit me right in the throat. I guess there are no rules. I was trying to kill this guy, he was trying to kill me.

I had a knife and I stabbed him right in the neck. I then just felt a bunch of warmth. Oozing warmth. He just took his hand and then caressed the side of my face. I don’t know if he was thanking me for sending him to paradise, respecting me, or what. I used to think he was forgiving me.

I think about that every single day.”
– Staff Sergeant David Bellavia. Fallujah Iraq. Nov 10, 2004.
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