The fire grew, my team leader’s beside me now yelling something.... He couldn’t get his door, pleading for me to hurry — more shouting. Seems so far away, like a voice at the end of a tunnel. Got to get the door open or we’re going to die. Where’s my gunner? I close my eyes and throw myself into the door. Still doesn’t budge. This is it. This is how I am going to die. No! I open my eyes and throw myself once more. Oh Thank God, it opened....”
- PFC Rachel Bosveld, when her Humvee was hit by a grenade attack, in a letter home
My greatest desire is that the president’s daughters would go to Iraq and do what she was doing. Then I think there would be a wise decision on what we’re doing there.
- Mary Bosveld, mother of Rachel, who became one of Bush's KIAs
