AN: If you haven't seen the real chapter 9, go back. Sorry for another wrong post... I'm making myself look dumb. Oh and in this chapter I will show you one thing that I hate.

Chapter 10 Memories

In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.
-Herodotus

Sierra and Jessie walked around his house, checking for any damage.

"Well there's a hole in your roof." Jessie said.

"Yeah, I noticed after the motherf*cker shot it at me."

"So that was why you were shooting?"

"Wait... You're trying to troll me, right?"

"One second." Jessie said and tapped on her phone.

Jessie raised her phone, a familiar white wrinkled face staring at him with a mocking smile. Sierra raised his loaded Airsoft pistol and shot himself several times in the face.

"PFFFFFFT AHAHAHA! D- Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yeah, but you detached my nerves already. Come on, let's see how the guys are doing with the roof."

******Attic******

The radio played in the background, playing songs with news reports sandwiched between.

"Yesterday, the first battle on Canadian soil was fought for one hundred and twenty seven years. Total casualty numbers stand between two hundred to three hundred and fifty dead and one hundred to one hundred and twenty injured.

"Weston, hand me the wrench!" Tom shouted.

"Oh, and give me the hammer!" Bell said.

"Screwdriver please!" Ken said.

"Wrench! Hammer! Screwdriver!" Weston said as he threw each tool to the soldiers.

"I said hammer, not screwdriver!" Bell said.

"I need the wrench!" Tom said.

"Alright..." Weston said and switched the tools.

"Bell, are you sure you can work? Because if you can't-" Micheal said.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. The shrapnel barely made me bleed." Bell said.

"...If you say so."

Sierra and Jessie enters the room.

"Wow, you guys work fast! It looks as good as new!" Sierra said.

"It's just a hole in the roof, I've dealt with collapsed roofs." Tom said.

"Well, let's chill downstairs."

****** Downstairs ******

"Hey! Shut the f*ck up! We risk our lives every day so you wouldn't have to!" Johnson shouted into the mic.

"Hey, Johnson, you done with those bullet holes?" Sierra asked.

"Yup, she's as good as new. Listen to these a*sholes!" Johnson said, gesturing to the screen. Battlefield 3 was playing on the playstation.

"Stop wasting our tax money! We aren't in any danger!"

Tom raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you know that we're on the verge of war?! Don't you know Canada was attacked yesterday?"

Johnson was paying no attention to the game at this point.

"Screw Canada!"

Tom took over the mic.

"Don't even bother with them. It's no use, just play the game." Tom shut off the mic.

"That just ruined my day." Michael said.

Johnson was killed once again by an M1A2.

"Yeah! I f*cked your mom last night, b*tch!"

"Now that went too far!" Johnson shouted.

"COME HERE Y'ALL C*MSUCKERS!"

Sierra's cross-comms rang, he walked out of the game room went into his bedroom to answer the call.

"Yeah?"

"Sierra, pack your gear, we're moving out." Overlord said.

"Where?"

"Bogota, first thing tomorrow."

Overlord hung up. Sierra sat on his bed. Old memories came back to him, memories that he tried his hardest to keep out of his thoughts. It was impossible.

"Why, dad, why?"

Flashbacks appeared in Sierra's mind. All of those traumatic memories of his past, all of those men dying yesterday, the ospreys falling out of the air... Wilson and Jones...

****** December 18, 2011, 3:00AM ******

"*Groan*" Sierra opened his eyes to a white, sterile room.

Sierra looked around, his legs were in casts, and his arms were in bandages. Beeping could be heard all around him.

'Good... They're alive. For now.' Sierra thought.

"Weston? Bell?" Sierra called weakly.

The only answer he got were the beeping of the monitors.

"Doc? Anyone?"

Suddenly, one monitor started beeping irregularly, followed by another. Sierra looked to the right and reached for the alarm button. His finger was inches away, but his arm stopped there.

'God dammit!' Sierra thought.

He reached again and hit the button. A loud wailing sound travelled through the hospital and a doctor and several nurses charged inside. Sierra collapsed on the bed, staying awake long enough only to hear the constant beeping that signalled death's presence.

****** Present ******

Sierra then thought of Cook, of how he was shot so many times until he was allowed to lay down one final time, Dave, who was shot through both sides of the helmet by a sniper.

"Dad..."

"You're not my son."

"Why did you reject me?"