EPILOGUE

And that was how it happened. How I, Michael Jonathon Murdock and my friends took over from our fathers. At first the lies had hurt, they had been great men, practically famous, especially in Vietnam. But yet they'd hidden that from us.

We know that we will never be our fathers, we can never be as good as them for one simple reason; we don't do it to survive. We do it because we want to, we aren't on the run from anyone, and we haven't been blackmailed by anyone.

We do it because we want to, because it's right and perhaps the real reason we do it is for the Jazz. That unexplainable feeling that can't be fought and can't be killed.

We haven't called ourselves the A-Team, we don't advertise ourselves but people always know how to find us if they need to. My dad says it's like a great big homing beacon, kinda like how cabbages know how to get back home to their fields where they grew up. If people need us, they will come. Ok so that's a bad analogy, because it's not true, that was something my dad made up but still.there's no harm in being crazy..is there?

I mean after all, where would the A-Team be without a crazy pilot? Where would they be without the great big muscled, coloured guy who's a mechanical genius? Where would they be without the charming one who can scam anything, anytime, anywhere? And where would they be without a leader whose plans always come together? I guess we are more like our fathers than we know.

At first it was just me, Johnny, Danny and Brandon but of course the others wanted to join and we managed to persuade our fathers to let them. And now we have Joseph and Rosa in our midst too. We're getting to be quite a group but we get the job done and we know that wherever we are, however much trouble we're in, there are four guys who would be there in a second to help us. Four men who were once perhaps the greatest men that Vietnam ever knew, four men who are now fathers. Perhaps one day they will be the fathers of the most famous people in the world? Maybe, one day.