I don't really know what to write!
PART FIVE
As we were climbing I felt my hands slowly slipping along the metal and my feet were finding it hard to keep their grip. We had done about one hundred meters when we suddenly stopped.
"Jon, buddy. My hands can't take it for much longer."
"Don't give up now. Come on!"
"I don't think I can manage. I'm gonna have to let go..."
"Noooooooooo"
I saw Sam let go of the metal and fall backwards into the open air.
And that was the last I saw of Sam. However in 2005 I went to his grave in southern California, where he was born.
