>> translator: i wrote two letters and wrapped them in a plastic bag. because if i didn't get out, the decomposition of my body wouldn't affect the paper. i just wrote and wrote and wrote to my wife. i told her she was an amazing woman, that she was young, that she should carry on with her life. i was already dead, to myself i was already dead. i was alive, but i was dead. >> translator: as i walked by, i saw many of my companions crying. i asked them why they were crying. they said, we're not going to see our kids grow up. coming up, with the searing heat and little food, the miners' will to live begins to ebb. >> translator: i simply didn't know if i would have the