I never thought I would be writing this in this forum, after reading everyone else problem. I Couldn't believe I would ask the help of strangers, this is more of a pray for his family and the timing of this tragic event. It was suppose to be the guys out camping, the first part of the bachelor's party...it was suppose to be perfect. There were 11 of us , guys who all grown up together, made fun of each other, what guys do...We were brothers. This camping trip was planned months in ahead it was at least a 9 hour drive up north to the most beautiful place in northern Saskatchewan. (I will just get to what happen) On the third day August 17th 2009, was the day I would never forget...Imagine the most beautiful day you ever had, the sun was shining at the right time, no wind that was that day. Myself and the deceased( Refered to as T.D) and another buddy woke up first. I was told to make a fire and I have never done it before, so T.D. gave me matches and a fire starter kit, after a few tries it started, that's when everyone else started to wake up and asked who made the fire...I said T.D and I did. T.D. never like taking props for anything..so he said "No man it was all you"( this was the last important thing he ever said to me). We made breakfast and decided to walk to the rapids which were 5 km away, 2 guys stayed behind. The hike was an experience and especially in flipflops, guys joking around play fighting, the rapids were not as it cracked up to be so we walked back....(just remember 10km basically). We were walking back to the beach...there was a trampoline at least 100 feet out, 3 guys including myself were able to barely make it out there...T.D. went out to...following was my 17 year old brother. I was exhausted....thats when things started to become fubar, I heard from TD "guys i can't make it" ( He was the type never to give up)and decided to swim back, my little brother gave up and went back to shore...TD made it half way between the trampoline and the shore. From here I hear more shouting it was TD waving his hands...it didn't click to me he was drowning...I thought he was joking, my little brother swims out to him, i jump into the water...i swam as fast as i could swearing at the two guys to get off the trampoline. "Get the fuck off, fucken HELP, FUCKEN GET OFF AND HELP ME" My brother gets to him...screaming at me. By the time he got to him he was clinging on his shorts. "I can't hold him, I HAD HIM, I HAD HIM" he sunk quickly. Thats when i got there...i told me brother to get back to shore...screaming at him to get back to shore. I dove under exhausted looking for him, the water was to murky...to deep..i tried my hardest...im so sorry. We were screaming for help people came. I went back to shore...hugged my brother who keep repeating the same thing over and over..." I HAD HIM, I couldnt hold him" He was recovered after an hour, I still can't forget his face when they pull him out...all my friends, were crying...the moment it finally clicked in for me...was the moment the last 2 friends who finally showed up...seeing him being draped over by the RCMP. I shed alot of tears within the last 48 hours, we all did. Now I ask of you, this is my first time half of the group with dealing with death...so suddenly. My brother man, made me so proud yesterday, risked his life and energy to save one of our brothers. What should we be doing...?