Disclaimer: I do not in anyway; own anything that is related to Chowder.

Yes, I know he is 13… Just go along with it, the rest of the story seems better with that age.

Fivesday, 9:54 P.M., 1.2 Miles Northeast of Tahini, Baklawa:

"This is Sierra Delta, we are taking heavy fire to the east of our current position! We have lost 2 Shabrams to enemy gunfire, and are sustaining heavy casualties… We need to order the retreat! We are being overwhelmed, over!" Yelled Sgt. Pickles into his radio. "Fall back to a more defensive position, I've ordered the 101st to start fortifying the city, if you need to, fall back… But we cannot let the capital fall to the TA! Do you understand?" Commanded Lt. Chowder. "Yes sir! We will do what we can!" "Hopefully they can-", "This is the 5th Marines! We have pulled back into the city and are fighting hand to hand! We will hold out as long as possible! The 101st have barricaded themselves in the capital building, and will hold until told otherwise!" Screamed Sgt. Pickles.

"I feel as if we are fighting a losing battle against an increasing enemy. What can I do I haven't done? We've been in this country for 3 years already, and it seems that all we are doing is creating support for the Tabouleh. Maybe this choice wasn't the best… Maybe I should have stayed in the kitchen with Mung Daal. Maybe I should have listened to Panini… So much—" His sentence disappeared as an artillery shell struck 20 yards from the HQ. "Corporal! Are you ok!" Yelled Chowder. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little dizzy!" Cpl. Pasta exhaled. "Order the retreat, call all helicopters to evacuate all available units! We can't hold any longer!" Chowder screamed at Pasta. "Yes sir! Mozzarella 2-5, we need an immediate evacuation, battle turning south!" "Roger that Delta Nine, all available air units are inbound to evacuate troops… ETA 2 minutes."

A group of CH-47 Chickens landed two minutes later at LZ Charlie, and with the closing of the last hatch, the 5th Marzipan Marine Division pulled out of Baklawa, and headed out to the awaiting fleet off the coast. "Well… I guess we are done here lt.?" Asked Pasta. "Yeah, I guess we are… Now, I finally get to go home and correct all the things I broke." Chowder mumbled. "Too bad we won't be hero's… just ordinary civilians." "Eh… Depends what people thought of the war and its purpose." Chowder stated. "Yeah, I guess."