"Now we've ascertained I'm in perfect health, I wasn't abducted. What do
you want to do today?" Sam asked.
"Stay here?" Jack suggested.
"It's a nice day outside. How about a walk by the Vietnam Memorial, Washington Monument that kind of thing?" Sam countered.
"You want to tour ancient monuments? Don't we do that enough as it is?"
"Not Earth monuments. It's either that or shopping?"
"Monuments it is." Jack conceded.
"So do you have any preference for lunch?" Sam asked.
"Sam it's not even 1000 yet." Jack pointed out.
"I know, but depending on which way we walk we'll end up with different places for lunch. Say if you wanted Italian we'd go one way, if you wanted Moroccan, we'd go another."
"As long as it's better than the commissary I don't mind."
"Then I have the perfect place."
Sam stood looking at the Vietnam War Memorial for a long time. Jack had gone off in search of a hot dog while Sam continued to look at it, running her eyes of the fallen men.
"Sam?" Jack said. "What are you looking at?"
"All these people who died."
"It's sad but..."
"We should have one of these." Sam simply stated.
"A wall?" Jack questioned.
"A memorial wall for all the men and women of the base. I know General Hammond has a file for each and everyone of them. Even the ones that died on your first mission."
"Where would you put it? Unfortunately it's getting to be a rather large number."
"There must be a spare storage room somewhere. If not how many miles of corridors do you think there are?"
"You're serious about this?"
"Yes?"
"I'll run it by Hammond when we get back."
"Thank you." Sam gave him a kiss. "Onions."
"Can't have a hot dog without onions and mustard. So we going to pay old Abe Lincoln a visit?" Jack asked. "Sure."
"Jack, how are your flight hours?" Sam asked later in the day.
"Up to date why?"
"I want to go home." Sam said.
"What? You want me to steal a plane?"
"They might have one that needs to go to Peterson."
"We're going back tomorrow. Can't it wait until then?" He asked.
"I think we should go back today." Sam said adamantly.
"Why?"
"I've got this feeling something bad is going to happen."
"Why?"
"I don't know call it gut instinct or woman's intuition or blame it on Jollinar or spending four years doing our jobs but I know something is going to happen."
"I'll call and see if there is anything going our way this afternoon."
"Thank you."
TBC
"Stay here?" Jack suggested.
"It's a nice day outside. How about a walk by the Vietnam Memorial, Washington Monument that kind of thing?" Sam countered.
"You want to tour ancient monuments? Don't we do that enough as it is?"
"Not Earth monuments. It's either that or shopping?"
"Monuments it is." Jack conceded.
"So do you have any preference for lunch?" Sam asked.
"Sam it's not even 1000 yet." Jack pointed out.
"I know, but depending on which way we walk we'll end up with different places for lunch. Say if you wanted Italian we'd go one way, if you wanted Moroccan, we'd go another."
"As long as it's better than the commissary I don't mind."
"Then I have the perfect place."
Sam stood looking at the Vietnam War Memorial for a long time. Jack had gone off in search of a hot dog while Sam continued to look at it, running her eyes of the fallen men.
"Sam?" Jack said. "What are you looking at?"
"All these people who died."
"It's sad but..."
"We should have one of these." Sam simply stated.
"A wall?" Jack questioned.
"A memorial wall for all the men and women of the base. I know General Hammond has a file for each and everyone of them. Even the ones that died on your first mission."
"Where would you put it? Unfortunately it's getting to be a rather large number."
"There must be a spare storage room somewhere. If not how many miles of corridors do you think there are?"
"You're serious about this?"
"Yes?"
"I'll run it by Hammond when we get back."
"Thank you." Sam gave him a kiss. "Onions."
"Can't have a hot dog without onions and mustard. So we going to pay old Abe Lincoln a visit?" Jack asked. "Sure."
"Jack, how are your flight hours?" Sam asked later in the day.
"Up to date why?"
"I want to go home." Sam said.
"What? You want me to steal a plane?"
"They might have one that needs to go to Peterson."
"We're going back tomorrow. Can't it wait until then?" He asked.
"I think we should go back today." Sam said adamantly.
"Why?"
"I've got this feeling something bad is going to happen."
"Why?"
"I don't know call it gut instinct or woman's intuition or blame it on Jollinar or spending four years doing our jobs but I know something is going to happen."
"I'll call and see if there is anything going our way this afternoon."
"Thank you."
TBC