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Moffitt glanced over at Tully who was staring ahead with glassy and unfocused eyes, "Tully.." He said gently, "Tully, can you look at me?" After a few minutes, Tully slowly turned his head toward Moffitt and looked at him, "We're gonna get you somewhere safe, understand?" Moffitt asked. Tully stared at him for a few more seconds before slowly looking ahead again.

"How is he?" Asked Troy quietly.

"Not good," Sighed Moffitt rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "That blow to his head really did a number on him. He's like a scared kid and a bomb mixed together, we need to treat and handle him very gently, we don't want to set off his fuse." They both looked at their private soberly, neither of them wanted him to be like this. Suddenly, he jerked his head to the left and stood up, "Woah Tully, calm down." Troy and Moffitt firmly but gently forced Tully to sit back down. "We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible," Moffitt said wiping his brow.

"I agree-"

"Sarge!" Hissed Hitch from up on one of the dunes.

Troy scrambled up beside Hitch and looked through the binoculars, "It's a patrol." He said after a few seconds. "We need to avoid them." He didn't continue but Hitch knew why. With Tully like he was, they couldn't go fight anyone and risk him getting hurt. "Alright, let shake it." Troy said running back down to the jeeps. They quickly started the engines and took off without the Germans even knowing they had been there.

"Troy, I suggest we stop soon and try to get some rest!" Moffitt yelled over the roar of the jeeps and wind. Troy looked over at Tully who had fallen asleep and was leaning against Moffitt.

"Okay!" He answered. They parked their jeeps and then got out their blankets. "Come on Tully," Troy shook the private gently. Tully's eyes flashed open and he punched Troy in the jaw and then lept on him pulling out his knife, "It's me Tully! Troy!" Troy said grabbing Tully's wrists and trying to keep the knife away from his throat. Tully stopped fighting and a confused and bewildered look spread across his face, "That's it, let me have the knife." Moffitt and Hitch stood a few feet away prepared to grab Tully if necessary, right now, grabbing him would only confuse him more and he'd probably end up fighting all of them.

Slowly, his grip loosened on the knife and Troy gently took it away from him. The glassy-eyed look had come back and Troy smoothly maneuvered him to a spread out blanket. "Sleep tight." He whispered as he covered the now calm private. He walked back over to the others and looked around them, "There's a field hospital not too far from here, do you think we could take Tully to it?"

"It's our best bet." Answered Moffitt.

"Alright, then tomorrow we're heading straight for it. Moffitt, you take first watch. Wake me up in two hours."

"Got it." Moffitt climbed up on one of the dunes surrounding them and kept checking on Tully every now and then.

He looked down to where Tully had been a minute ago and saw that his blanket was empty, "Tully!?" Called Moffitt making sure to not be too loud. He scanned the area all around him and then heard a small noise behind him, he whirled around with his finger on the trigger and saw Tully sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest. Moffitt sighed and sat down beside him, "Looking at the stars?" Tully gave no recognition that he had heard Moffitt and kept staring up at the clear night sky and the bright moon.

Moffitt watched Tully and noticed how the rays of the moon illuminated his blonde hair giving him a pale halo, "You know," mused Moffit, "Sometimes, I feel like you're much smarter than you let on. I know how some of the other soldiers give you a hard time about you're raising and call you a country hick and other things, don't let that get to you, they just don't understand you. I know I'm talking a lot, but I just wanted you to know that you'll always be special to this team." Moffitt stopped and ruffled Tully's hair, "Well, I guess I'd better stop rambling and get you back to bed." He led Tully back to his blanket and then woke up Troy, "Your turn Troy."

Troy nodded and sighed, "Okay, get some shuteye. It'll be your turn again after Hitch."

The next day found them speeding across the sandy desert, "How much further!?" Asked Hitch.

" 'Bout an hour!" Replied Troy.

Hitch sighed and wished that the jeeps could go faster, he snuck a glance over at Tully who didn't even bat an eye when the jeep hit a rough bump. It was so hard to see him like this, "Hitch!" Yelled Troy for the third time and finally breaking his driver out of his thinking, "Faster!" Hitch looked over his shoulder as he pressed down on the gas pedal and saw a convoy hot on their tail.

Troy was manning their 50 but Moffitt didn't have anybody to fire for him so he was trying his best to avoid the dangerously close blasts fired at the jeep. "Sarge!" Shouted Hitch. They both watched in horror as a blast caused Moffitt and Tully's jeep to flip and then come crashing down. Luckily, both men were not trapped underneath the smoldering wreck of metal, but neither of them was moving.

Hitch started to turn around but Troy stopped him, "We can't help if we're captured ourselves." Hitch gritted his teeth but turned back around and drove away from the scene. He took a final look over his shoulder just as Dietrich and his men swarmed on top of his fellow comrades.

TBC