The helicopter rises from view as BJ turns the engine over, guiding the motorcycle down the ridge for one last look. War has come and gone, its mark forever imprinted on Korean soil. Hesitating, he slowly weaves through the skeleton building frames, stopping before the Swamp's remains.
He glances over his shoulder, the final echo of helicopter blades fading into the distance. Cutting the engine off, BJ slides from the seat and staggers through what had once been the Swamp door only hours before. He makes his way around to where his cot once stood.
Openly, he begins to weep.