Not as long as the last chappie, nor as good (in my opinion). I'm not good at this kind of writing. Humor I can deal. This is really hard. I hope I'm giving this justice.

Anyway, a couple of people are watching this. I want to say thanks to them. Thanks!

Once again, I hope I'm giving this justice. PLEASE REVIEW.

Seriously, my favorite part of FF is reviews... I learn things. Plus, if they're praise, they make me feel special.

Or... something else... less... egotisical...

Meh. Please enjoy.

Roy Mustang sat at a table next to Alphonse, Hawkeye, and the Drachmite Nicolai. Nicolai's wrists were chained together. The little girl, Ana, had taken a shine to Roy and was sitting in his lap, her head nestled against his shoulder.

Valto was muttering darkly, making Roy really wonder what exactly happened.

One of the Corporals hooked the camera up to a projector and turned it on. At first, there was only snow. Then, it turned on.

It showed the inside of a train. The face of Benchley appeared as he tinkered the camera, then he grinned and turned it. A sleeping Edward came into view.

"Aww, look at the little sleeping shrimpy pie!" Benchley said, sniggering. Ed's eyes shot open

"If you don't stop doing that, this is going to be a very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very long train ride, Nick." Ed said, glaring. A laugh came from off screen, and the camera turned, showing Rin. She was grinning.

"Nice, Elric. We're gonna be here for awhile, so let's keep friction to a minimum, yeah?" She poked Ed off-screen. Ed snarled.

"Would you all please be quiet? I'm trying to sleep." The camera turned again, revealing Booker, the Ishvarlan. He glared at the camera. "What are you doing, Benchley?"

"Recordin' the Drachmite War, Bookie. Duh." The camera turned again. Benchley grinned at them. "Alright, let's introduce everyone, aye? I'm Nicolas Benchley, the "Ice Alchemist". I'm recordin' this wonderful ol' war. Nice ter meet cha all." The camera turned on Ed again, who stared at it. "This is the wonderful Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric. Come on, luv. Give us a smile. For yer lil brother." Alphonse gasped. Ed looked sharply at the camera, then sighed, smiled, and waved with sarcastic cheer. "Wonderful! Now then. This luvly lass is Rin Yao, first daughter of the Emperor of Xing and the Terra-Firma Alchemist. Say hi, Rinnie." The woman smiled and smiled.

"Laugh it up, Benchley. No one will be laughing soon." The raven haired woman said with a smirk. The camera watched her turn back to the window. Then turned to Booker, who studiously refused to look.

"Come on, mate. Don' be like tha'. Give us a smile."

"No."

Benchley sighed. "Well, this is Booker… something. I forget. Anyway, he's our medical alchemist. So-" Benchley's voice became fainter, as he apparently turned away to talk to someone, though the camera continued to point at Booker. Booker glanced at the camera and smiled slightly, with a little wave.

Sudden static, then…

The picture appeared.

The date in the corner showed it to be a month later. The camera was pointed at Benchley, who was pointed it at himself. His breath came out in plumes of white steam, and he looked exhausted.

"Hey, everybody… It's been… um… a month, um, since we got to Drachma… and… um… it isn't goin' well. God… god, you probably can' hear it, but… god, there are so many screams… Okay." Benchley took a deep breath, let out a shuddering breath. The man seemed a ghost of the smiling man they'd seen just 20 seconds ago. Mustang understood. He'd been there. The endless screams and the death.

"Um… w-we jus' met up wit' some other squads. I forgot who exactly. Oh man, oh man. Elric… Elric ain't doin' to good. Got a cough. An' cold don't mix well with coughs. Um… w-we're in Drachma righ' now. W-we gotta go in… d-do some (cough) Damn. Do s-some… Damn. My teeth keep chatterin'. Too much time in Amestris. Anywho. We g-g-gotta go in an' do s-some extermination tomorrow. S-some genocide. God, I hate this. We all do. I 'ope this stops soon." He swallowed, looked up, then static.

When picture came back, it was horrible. The camera jarred and jumped jerkily, the sounds of explosions and screams and people gasping for breath. Someone cursed. The camera stopped and turned, focusing on Edward. He was on his knees, coughing violently. The date in the corner said it was the same day as Benchley's monologue.

Rin ran back, patting Ed on the back. Booker ran back too, and the camera jerked again, and the loud sound of explosions echoed. Benchley cursed.

"'Urry! We gotta go!" Benchley snapped, sounding hysterical. Booker looked at Edward, then heaved the young man onto his back, and ran forward.

"Run! Run! Come on!" Booker snapped, and the camera jarred again. Static again, then it showed the inside of a cave. The camera panned around, showing soldiers moaning, dozens of people with lost limbs, gunshot wounds, and shrapnel wounds.

The camera turned to the left, showing Booker desperately administering CPR to a young woman. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Damn it," he choked. "Damn it!"

Static again. Then…

Edward.

Edward was holding the camera. He looked awkward, biting his lip.

"Um…Er… H-hi. I'm… uh… Edward. Edward Elric. The Fullmetal Alchemist. And, uh, (coughs violently) We're currently outside Drachma… in a cave. I'm, uh, (coughs) s-surrounded by, uh. People. Hurt people. I-I really don't like this." He tilted his head back, trying to catch his breath. "I-I really want to go home. I didn't come into this stupid military to kill all these people. Do you have any idea how many people-? (coughs) Damn. (coughs) Damn it! (sob) I-I just want to go home, okay? I don't want to kill people anymore. I don't want to stay in this damn icebox anymore." He wiped his hand across his eyes, sobbing. Rin appeared next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He sobbed as she rested her head against his comfortingly.

"I just want to go home."