ok...i tried to continue it from Karen's POV but it didnt werk so well..so....here goes the third:

Another 4 months have passed. Karen continues to desperately contact jack by writing letters but has gotten no response. The baby is due in almost 2 weeks and still no sign of the father. Jack and Will are on the front line, in the grip of danger and each continue to be separated yet only to reunite later. Neither of them thinking of the bad, but trying to find the good in this.

In New York City....
Karen awoke in a cold sweat. She put her hands on her belly and took a deep sigh of relief. She pulled the soaked covers from her and glanced at the clock. It was 3 am.
It had been 8 months since she last heard from Jack and every night for the past 2 weeks have been nothing but hell. She keeps having recurring nightmares. She walked over the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and then took a seat in the chair in front of the TV. She pulled the remote from under her and flipped in on. She channel surfed until she reached a news station with continuing updates on the war. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and wiped in on her shirt. SHe frowned at the TV and took another drink from her water. she tossed the remote away and pulled herself up and walked to the full body mirror in the hallway. She lifted up her shirt, rubbed her belly, and smirked. "I hope he comes home soon...I know he will..." she said aloud as if speaking to her baby. SHe went over to her linens and pulled out a blanket. She unfolded it and wrapped it around her shoulders and sat back down at the TV. SHe was soon asleep, leaving the glare from the TV on her face. Thoughts of Jack and her baby were in her dreams...

On the Front Line (i tried to make this as believable as i could..ugh)

Jack felt somewhat of a rush as he and the other men ran towards enemies, firing shot after shot, losing balance from explosions. Will and Jack seperated but somehow always found themselves together again. They were happy, but the happiness never lasted long, because each time, they would only be apart again. jack;s thoughts were on home and whether or not his offspring had been born. WIll's thoughts were set on getting out of there, dead or alive. All of a sudden there was silence. The men were told to retreat into areas where they could barely be seen. jack peered around trying to find will as a hand came from behind him and fell on his shoulder. "Je--!" jack was cut off by a hand covering his mouth and being pinned to the ground, face-up. "What the hell is wrong with you??!!" Will whispered loudly as Jack blinked at him. "MMM...mmm.." JAck stopped and pushed will's hand away from his mouth. "well, excuse the hell outta me if I;m jumpy!!!" Will frowned and shook his head as he dismounted jack and lay next to him on the ground. They stayed that way until Jack broke their silence. "I wanna go home Will." Will looked at him and nodded in agreement. "Me too." Jack looked up as he saw their sergant head further and further down the road. Then, shots rang out. "Pull back!! Pull BACK!!!!!" yelled their sergant as he sprinted the opposite way he came. jack and Will got up and back pedaled firing shots down the road. Jack turned to run and tripped over one of his fellow troops dead body.

AS he scrambled to get away, he saw Will run past him, not stopping. Jack got up and ran as fast as he could until he felt something past his head. He fell down to his knees and held his ear. He removed his hand and saw that he was bleeding. A bullet had grazed his left ear, leaving an open gash. He looked up as he heard shouts of fear. "No!!! PULL BACK!!!! GO THAT WAY!!!! WATCH IT!!!!" Jack got up and ran as tears formed in his eyes. He kept running, even though many of his friends on the ground, some running even though injured, towards the area where a medic would pick them up and take them away. He spotted one of his closest brothers, Thompson on the ground. He knew that Will had to be close. "Thompson!!!" jack yelled as he kneeled next to him.

"Hey, McFarland...Lookin' for Truman?" Jack nodded as his friend struggled to speak. Thompson simply pointed over Jack's shoulder and let his head rest. jack sobbed as he saw Will sitting upright with his back to a tree and bleeding heavily. Jack ran over to him and grabbed him. "Will!!! Oh My god..you're--" Jack stopped as his hand was on the wound in WIll's back. Will looked up at him with teary eyes. "Jack....I....It...." Jack shook his head and picked Will up and through him over his shoulder. Jack moved as fast as he could, trying to avoid enemy fire. WHen jack reached the area, he set Will down and got up to retrieve more troops.

As he got up, he felt a hand grasp onto his jacket. He kneeled down again and saw that Will was crying. "Tell....Tell Grace that I'm sorry....and that....I--" "No!" jack cut in. "I won't have to tell her because you;re gonna get through this!!" Will shook his head and blinked tightly. "Take care of eric for me..." Jack shook his head as Will lay there, struggling for life. The medics came over and put will on a gurney and wheeled him to the copter. One of the Medics returned a couple seconds later holding Will's ID tags. "he asked me to give these to you." he said as he handed them to Jack. Jack clasped his hand around them and put them in his pocket. Filled with rage, jack turned and ran back into enemy territory firing like crazy.

He only stopped when he felt a sharp pain in his side. He fell to his knees and put his hand over his pain, only to feel the warm liquid of blood flowing out of his body. He laid on his back gasping for air until he heard saw a most familiar face. His vision was blurred but he could still see the dark hair and green eyes. His vision was fading, and he mouthed the name "Karen". Then, his vision was black and he could see no more. He knew the end was near..

TBC!!!!!!! sorry it took so long....