I hope you guys like this Chapter.

I DO NOT OWN SMALLVILLE OR THE CHARACTERS

Chapter Two-Memories

One Year Ago...

Gunfire and explosions were ever where while sand storms blew through the small location, Clark's squadron were infiltrating a location believed to be housing POWs.

The squad leader gave a signal for Clark and three others to enter through the left while the others enter through the right.

The air was stale and the smell of death was creping up behind Clark and his fellow soldiers.

Everything was in slow motion for Clark as he tried to zone in on the POWs heart beats but all he could hear was the far away screams of children and mothers.

Clark's heart broke for them but he tried to keep his head on the task of saving the prisoners.

The right squad stood behind scanning the area when suddenly an ambush occurred rapidly around them as the right squad fired back at the ambushers while Clark and his squad rushed inside and grew alert as they found themselves under small fire.

Clark shot his heat vision at the guns before they could fire at his squad and they quickly restrained them without anyone having to die…yet.

Clark order his men to carefully get the POWs out to a save clearing out back, Clark knew this because he would always memorize safe zones around his squadron location.

Clark Walked behind them making sure no one else would pop out when Clark heard one of his men collapses to the ground bleeding.

The man that was shot was a very close friend to Clark and they were almost like brothers because they had met at Boot Camp before they were shipped out.

Clark ordered his men to take cover and get the POWs to safety, He ran to his friends side keeping his hand on his abdomen while he kept telling his friend that 'It was going to be okay.'

Clark always kept a first aid kit with him just in case of an emergency so he pulled it out of his pack and began to put some padding and tape on the wound hoping to stop the bleeding so he could get him to a medic.

The blood just wouldn't stop while Clark was carrying him out of the building and yelling for help only to see several right squad leaders dead while so he could set his friend against the wall and pulled out a walkie-talkie and radioed for help but nothing was going through.

Clark was checking to see if some of the dead were still alive only to find several badly wounded as he tired to stop them from bleeding as he ran to the back to a save clearing and found the rest of his squad and he told them about the other soldiers that were injured including his friend.

Once he led them to the people that were injured only to have Clark see the lifeless body of his friend, Clark ran over to him trying to get him to wake up anger running through his veins and tear coming down his face that was covered in a sort of sandy dirt.

Clark grabbed his friend and placed him over his shoulder while he and some of his squad were heading back to the near by base where they were stationed.

When they arrived Clark set his friend carefully in the sick bay as he took his helmet off and began to pray then he pulled his friend's dog tags off and placed them in his helmet.

"I promise that your family will get your tags before I go home, I can only tell them that you were a true friend and a good solider." Clark says as he stands up straight and Salutes his friend and walks off.

The Day before Clark arrived in Smallville:

Clark walked up the step of his friend's home and rang the door bell as he held his friends dog tags in hand and the picture of him with is wife and 1 year old baby girl.

"Mrs. Thompson?" Clark said as the door opened

Her cheeks were stained with tears as he took his hat off and said "I was a friend of your husbands, me and him were in the same squadron. I'm Clark Kent"

Clark felt a small tug on his arm only to see that the little girl in his friend's photo had grown from a 1 year old to a 6 year old. He smirked and pulled out the dog tags and bents down to hand them to the daughter as he said "I think your father would want you to have theses."

The mother began to cry as Clark rose up and handed over her husbands notebook as he said "I think he would have wanted a friend to give theses to you instead of at the funeral, Your husband was a good man and friend." Clark smiled as he suddenly caught of guard when Mrs. Thompson began to hug him crying as she pulled away and thanked him for being there for her husband and delivering his precious things to her.

Clark nodded and said goodbye as he saluted them while he turned around to hoped into the military truck and drove off back to the nearest base so he could get ready for his trip home.

Kent Farm- Present Day:

Clark sat on his bed as he sat there looking at photos of him with some of the friends he made in the military, He was struggling with the memories that flooded through his mind while he remembered how some of the friends he made were either missing, injured, or dead.

He sat there and began to cry thinking how if they were like him then maybe they wouldn't have died and would be with their families right now.

Clark had always wanted to be normal and seeing the ones that he was friends with die was too much for him to handle and he knew what he had to do.

TBC…(Reviews would be nice, THANK YOU)