A\N I promise you this has something to do with Flashpoint, just read and review please :D :D

Missing

The hot sun was beating down on Base camp thirty-three located just outside of Kandahar, Afghanistan about a mile and a half from the downtown market and in the center of the fighting. With about 580 Canadian, American and British soldiers it was one of the larger base camps in the surrounding area. An uneven dirt road looked out off place on the hot sand as it went through the camp past the small hospital, officer's quarters, officers mess and club, past the commanders office and washrooms towards the back of the camp where about twenty-two small tents were lined in rows with two washrooms and a small enlisted mess tent. In the last row of tents in the very back coroner of the base a small tent was home to six young Canadian Privates who were playing poker and sleeping glad to be out of the boiling hot sun.

"Not again! This is getting ridiculous!" A young Latino man sighed as he stood up and watched his close friend grin with glee as he took the poker chips. "I hope you know I'm not paying you!" He warned the Caucasian man as he took a piece of paper and pencil off the small table and jumped onto his bed and began a letter to his wife back home.

"Rules are rules," The man grinned, "You can pay me on payday." He smiled not the best when it came to social situations.

"Every penny I get goes to my family I'm not giving any to you." He said getting a little annoyed.

"Then why did you play?" His friend wanted to know, "You know the rules, you lose you pay," He reminded him.

At that comment the young man jumped angrily off his bed, "Why don't you just back off alright? We're not all rich like you are!" The man yelled as he stormed out of the room pushing his friend as he passed.

"Nice one," A young Italian man sneered as he walked past his friend purposely hitting him as he passed him towards the door to catch up to his other friend.

At this point the three men that were sleeping woke up and opened their eyes slowly, "What's going on?" A young Asian man asked as he sat up in bed and stared at the young man left standing there

"We were playing poker," The young man responded to his friend as the air raid alarm went off and the discussion was forgot about as everybody grabbed their helmets and weapons and hid under beds as they heard bombs being dropped every one getting closer and closer to the camp where they had spent years and months living and eating. They were like a family the six of them and if anything happened to any of them no matter how angry they got at the other ones or how irritated they became with one another when long days never seemed to end and they missed their family back home. If anything ever happened to one of their friends their world would be turned upside down and nothing would ever be the same again.

After what seemed like forever the young Caucasian man finally spoke his voice aggravated, "Where are they?" He demanded staring intently at the door not taking his eyes off it for a second.

"They'll be here!" His friend sighed, "They're not going to wander around the base when they here the air raid alarm go off no matter how mad they are at you." He tried to lighten up the mood but his friend wasn't having any of it.

"If they die-"He began but one of his closet friends a young African man stepped in.

"Man, what would your father say if he heard you say that?" He wanted to know.

"He'd yell at me for being such a jerk in the first place." The young Caucasian man responded with a chuckle.

"That's right, now stop worrying about them and think about how you're going to apologize." His friend responded as the bombs got closer and they started seeing flashes of light and they watched in horror as their home got destroyed before their very eyes.

The young Caucasian man took one quick look at three of his best friends held tightly onto the photo of his wife and young daughter and closed his eyes as the sound of enemy artillery got closer and closer.

Slowly opening his eyes to the sound of an unknown language the young Caucasian man closed his eyes again and stayed as quiet as he could as he heard the Taliban soldiers argue about something. He felt a sharp pain in his head as they hit him over the head with a gun and left him lying their motionless. After about thirty minutes the young man took a quick look at his motionless friends held back his tears and bolted out of his tent as fast as he could out the back of the base camp and into Afghanistan's dark and cold night not knowing where he was going or if he'd live to see his daughters 1st birthday.

TBC

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