Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia

"It is to say, the greatest tragedy that men and women such as Jack Hollister and Daniel Celtic die during the course of events such as these. It happens so suddenly, like the passing of the wind do heroes pass, so swiftly and silently; taken by forces we do not, cannot,fully comprehend. Taken by forces mercifully and quickly. It saddens me deeply that losses like this occur. "

Chandler Bing stood in front of a congregation of Secret Servicemen, and women, members of the armed services and politicians, his mind wandered. Two lone caskets were at the center proud and majestic, but still alone.

"I've heard words like hero and patriot, bandied around, thrown around so much that the words have lost meaning. It's men and women who fight in the face of danger that deserve these titles. People who courageously hope and strive for victory and valiantly serve despite, even because of the chance of defeat."

"You're safe Chandler. Mr. President."

"And Jack?"

"Dead."

" Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 says, For everything there is a season, And a time for every matter under heaven:A time to be born, anda time to die;" he paused and looked at the somber faces each with eyes trained on him.

"A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;" he looked at the faces in the crowd five stood out, the faces of his friends.

"A time to seek, and a time to lose; A time to keep, and a time to throw away;A time to tear, and a time to sew; time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate, A time for war, and a time for peace. Jack Hollister fought to protect good men and women who wanted to protect the people and in doing so protected the people himself."

"Daniel Celtic also fought, from the deserts opf Iraq in the 90's to the streets of Washington in recent years. In every meaning of the word Daniel Celtic was a patriot."

"Ma'am, I'm Chandler Bing... yes the President. I'm sorry to call you, I wish we could have talked on better circumstances but your brother Jack Hollister died in the line of duty."

"What? How?"

"In all honesty, I am partly responsible, he was killed in a rescue attempt he died trying to save me."

"Uhh, when can I retrieve the - the..."

"You can retrieve the body whenever you want, we can arrange a funeral on befitting a man of his stature. With full military honors."

"I'd appreciate that, I'm going to have to get things together..." the line went dead; he was left only with the echo of the woman's sobs.

"Mr. President, we have problem."

"By whatever means necessary, Jack Hollister stood for justice and fell with valor. Honorably fighting for everything he believed in, Jack Hollister gave him life. I salute you my fallen friend, Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen." The President saluted the flag draped casket and faded into the background.

He watched quietly as the flag was removed from the casket and folded with delicate grace and precision.

"Mr. President, the men who took you were members of a terror group who have taken credit for numerous attacks in the past few months. We are sorry for the intrusion but the FBI has taken a special interest in this group if you don't mind Special Agent Seaborne would like to ask you a few questions."

"I thought I was supposed to call the meetings, you know being the leader of the free world and all." the president said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh well, I guess you really are new at this job." a large African American man said as he sat across from Chandler.

"What then I'm not really the leader of the free world?" Chandler laughed. The man was silent, Chandler sat up, "I'm not?!"

"I can't talk about that." the man said with a chuckle, "But I do want to talk about your kidnapping."

"Oh well go ahead then, have a seat; as you may have figured I have a lot to do."

"Sure seems like it." The man said with a chuckle, "Well I am Denzel Seaborne of the FBI's Critical Incident Response Group, we identified the men who took you as members of Sons of the Confederacy."

"What's that?"

"Basically, it's a ragtag group of racist, homophobic... well downright bigots. Most of them have chosen a life of seclusion in the mountains around Montana wear you were found. Most had become ill beyond cure and that's why in you recollection one of the men just dropped dead."

"I would expect it to happen so fast merely by living in the mountains, what else is there."

"Well blood cultures of some of the men found at the site have shown that the people had been infected by some sort of unknown pathogen. Possibly a biological agent of sorts. You could be infected Mr. President."

Chandler sat in the limosuine, staring through the window, catching his final glimpses of the two caskets.

A flash of events accosted the President.

"I will not bow to terrorist demands." Chandler said holding his resolve.

"Oh no , not terrorists... freedom fighters. We're fighting to protect our great nation the real nation." the man said.

"You're nuts" Chandler said, "stop this at once."

"Nuts... oh no I'm not nuts... everyone else is nuts... ... we... we are totally sane. More sane then you can possibly imagine!" the man jumped and his eyes rolled back into his head. He collapsed and began seizing he shook about on the floor.

"Oh no, Dan's down." the second man said opening the door, wind flew in as the man threw the man out the door and shut it quickly.

"Wh-wh-what di you just do?!?" Chandler demanded watching the body tumbling in the highway and cars swerving avoid the body.

'He was dead-weight ... like you wife."

"You could be infected Mr. President."