Baker and Kinch were down in the radio room going over some of the equipment, attempting to boost their signal strength with the upgrades Sam had made to their system. The rest of the team was on laundry detail up in the yard and Tiger was working in Carter's lab. O'Neill came downstairs to finish a few final things, and Kinch went to speak with him.

"Excuse me sir, can we talk?" Kinch asked nervously coming into the sleeping area.

"Sure, what's up?" O'Neill responded casually.

Kinch was not sure how to start this conversation and was anxiously wringing his hands. "Colonel, I appreciate and respect where you were coming from this morning, but sir, I need to understand what happened to me. I died, but…yet, here I am alive, thankfully so, but that's just not supposed to happen," Kinch looked at him with confused and serious eyes.

"I imagined you would have some questions," O'Neill replied running a hand through his hair thinking how best to answer. "As I said there were other experiments going on out there. I honestly don't understand the science behind them, I doubt even Sam knows how they all worked. I do know that we destroyed every piece of that technology, so it can't be used in the future," he started but Kinch interrupted.

"But sir isn't that technology that we should have rescued? Think of all the lives that could be saved," Kinch's voice was full of passion. Sick and injured people everywhere could use it, and no one would ever have to die again, he thought!

"Can you imagine what the Gestapo would do with that type of technology? How many times could they put someone through one of their 'intensive courses of torture', and then bring them back just to start all over again? It was an unimaginable terrifying piece of technology. Although, some serious good could come from it, just as much evil would happen with it in the wrong hands. There are also grave side effects from long term multiple uses of that thing. Do you think it would be in any better hands with our politicians running a similar program? We don't exactly know where it came from, but we do know they can't reproduce it. I'm just glad it was available for us to save you," O'Neill hoped that would satisfy the man, because he really couldn't say much more or disclose that the sarcophagus was alien in design. The materials to create one weren't even found on this planet.

"When you put it that way, I can understand the need to destroy it. You said there were side effects, should I be concerned?" Kinch knew he would never get a better answer than what he'd just received. Maybe he didn't really want to know all the details. His deep spiritual beliefs made him question if mere man had the right to have that type of control over life and death. It was good the machine was gone in his eyes.

"No, the only side effect you should notice is that you're alive and the wound is healed. The serious problems don't occur until you've been in the device for dozens of times," O'Neill shook his head. He was thinking about the time his friend Daniel had become addicted to the sarcophagus and the complications caused by it. Daniel had nearly gone mad, and the addiction was stronger than any Jack had seen with any type of drug. It was hell, getting Daniel through it and he never wanted to see someone go through that type of withdrawal again.*

"Well that's one side effect I'm grateful to experience. I feel like I have a second chance at life and I need to make sure I don't waste it," Kinch smiled not quite sure how he was going to accomplish that yet.

"It will be interesting to watch how you figure that out, but I know you'll do fine. I wish you the best of luck, with your future," this man impressed O'Neill. He hoped his future was truly bright.

"If you'll excuse me sir, I have some things I need to take care of," Kinch said standing up giving O'Neill a salute. Something, he hadn't done since the two new officers had arrived at their little home away from home. He just felt that he owed it to him for saving his life.

"As do I," O'Neill responded returning the salute. He hoped Kinch stayed in the military, because the Cold War would need men of his caliber and skills.

Fuchs had left the cooler first and then a few minutes later Hogan walked out and went back to the hut and down into the tunnels. Knowing she'd be leaving in another day, Hogan watched Tiger and Carter as they made detonator caps for her unit to use in the future. He was going to miss having her around. Once again, a familiar ache in his heart reared its ugly head. He knew better than to get involved with anyone during wartime. It was too distracting and dangerous, but something about her smile chipped away at his heart the very first time that he'd met Tiger. On that first day, the way she had responded, laughing and saying 'sounds wild', to what he had intended to be a serious statement had done it, and he knew his heart would never be the same again.** Although, he'd had several women in and out of his life since then, they were always compared to Tiger. She made no demands upon him, but always found a way to incorporate their two units whenever possible. She'd saved his life a few times by showing up at the right time and place, almost as if an angel was guiding her to him. Now, he didn't know how Tiger would react if she knew that she was supposed to have died yesterday and that O'Neill's mission was to save her life. However, watching this amazing woman, he knew how his heart had reacted. He had held her close all night afraid to let her out of his arms. She in turn shared her love for him. Somehow, some way, the heavens saw fit to give him another chance and Hogan intended to make the most of it with her. He didn't know what would happen in the future, but he owed it to his heart and Tiger to find out. This war wasn't going to last forever. Turning, he left to go raid the Kommandant's mail for anything useful to the Allies war effort and the liquor cabinet. After he took care of camp business, he and O'Neill needed to have a serious talk.


*Stargate Episode - Need

**Hogan's Hero Episode - Hold That Tiger