Today was tragic. We began moving once more. We trekked across what seemed like several hundred pounds of snow. I talked to Lawrence as much as I possibly could. He seemed to be much better than what he was yesterday, but I still can't risk him falling asleep while we were moving; especially on the terrain we were doing it on. I don't really know if he's actually better. We ventured to a set of small mountains and valleys. We all carefully watched our step; well all except for one of us. A loud voice yelled out Krishna's name and we all seen him fall. I was the one who had to declare him dead. Another man gone to a simple mistake. We cannot continue on like this. We need to move and find shelter. I feel like my pleas have been repeated over and over again, but none have been fulfilled. It is utterly depressing and I'm not completely sure that they ever will be.

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