The sun rose high above the planet, its beautiful rays gleaming down upon the blood soaked dirt and empty ammo cartilages. Corpses from both armies were covering the field; the stench of death could be smelled for miles.

Angus awoke behind her unit's barricade; some of her fellow soldiers were either taking wounded back to base or were dead. She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times so her eyes could adjust to the dawn of a new day. Next to her was the dirty face of her good friend Fergus O'Malley. Her heart nearly stopped beating at the sight of him. Angus feared the worst fate for him, until when moving to make sure his body stirred.

"Did they stop, Angus? Has the shooting finally stopped?" He let out a breath and braced himself for an impact that would answer his question.

Angus nodded. "Yeah, it's stopped for now. We've got to get back to base. Before reinforcements get here." She pulled herself up from the dirt wall and patted her helmet before attempting to pull up her comrade.

The lanky lad allowed to be pulled from the wall. He yelped as he nearly tripped over a body, luckily Angus kept him upright. "I-Is that one of our boys?" He whispered sadly.

The girl nodded slowly and began to lead back to the transport flat. From there they would get a jeep back to the closest base and give a report, then plan another attack. This one they were lucky to win, but the costs of that win would weigh on Angus' shoulders for whatever left of her life she had.

Base 4023rd leader John Callaway gave out fine accommodations for the 4077th Unit. Angus and Fergus' rooms were right next to each other, which was good because usually one of them had night terrors and snuck into the others room. After getting washed up and given clean uniforms to wear, the two marched into the conference room to meet with Callaway.

Adorned in the same attire, Callaway stood up immediately, saluted faintly and leaned against his desk. "Your unit did a fine job. We're more than happy to have you here and discuss the next battle. My unit will be heading out in a week and we'll need someone to hold down here while we're gone. Think your boys can handle it?"

Angus nodded and Fergus followed suit. "Of course, it'll be an honor to help and this is only the beginning to repay you for your assistance. We…" her voice trailed off as she remembered all those soldiers that weren't going home. Her heart panged with guilt, and Fergus noticed immediately.

"We lost many fine people. It would be our honor to help yours." He finished with a charming smile.

Angus bid a farewell to the men, stating she needed to rest and headed back to her appointed room. She took her time with getting to the room. It was as if her legs willed her to slow down just so her mind could torture her with the thoughts and flashes of scenes from the battle. The bloodied faces of all the young men and women that went through her unit were scarred into her memory. If only she could forget. To stop fighting for a while would be like heaven.

She stopped just outside her door when she heard a noise. It was the most beautiful noise she'd ever heard. Angus wished it wouldn't stop. When it did she immediately went into the room and was met face to face with a box. A blue box. A beautiful blue police box.