Jack and Web hurried on to the extraction point, Jack covering Web who was hauling Chris through the woods. The trees thinned out and Jack felt blissful relief when he could make out the figure of Scott laid on the ground. The chopper could be herd, getting louder and louder. Turning to grin at Web Jack took off running towards Scott as fast as he could; the chopper was getting larger as it came closer; at least he could save some of his men.

He stumbled to his knees as he reached his friend, calling out to him Jack quickly turned him over when Scott didn't reply. Frowning Jack saw his pale face and closed eyes. He told himself the man was unconscious as he looked for the wound. Finding the shoulder wound Jack put as much pressure as he could on it, urging the man to wake. "Come on Scott," he whispered desperately, finally checking for a pulse. "No, no.. no Scott no!" He yelled, knowing his friend was dead but not being able to accept it.

Fear and pain filled him as he grabbed at the body pulling it to him, agony invading his senses as he watched the chopper land just a few feet away. Web was pulling Chris along, defeat on his face, he knew Scott was dead, he could see the truth in Jacks twisted face as he begged for his friend to wake up. But he didn't, he was gone.

The small team jumped from the chopper ducking low as they climbed down to Jack, trying to clarify his identity, but Jack wasn't listening. Web watched as one man took Chris' body from him. His arms suddenly felt light, he wanted Chris back in his arms, he didn't want to leave with his friend in body bags. He climbed up to Jack mournfully, Walsh was trying to talk to him, angry and shocked at what had happened.

"They're all dead," Web stated, looking Walsh in the eye, Jack was still kneeling by Scott.

"Come on Jack we need to go," Walsh ordered, Jack seemingly complied, standing up and running a hand over his face.

He looked out over the land through the realising the rain had stopped. Turning to look at Web Walsh saw the look on his face. "Don't," he said, but before he could finish Jack had taken off running back down the slope towards the woods they had just come from; he wasn't leaving without his men.

"Jack!" Web yelled, running after him with Walsh behind him. He ran over the open land squinting through the remains of the night with his gun in his hand. Furious he couldn't find his targets he cocked his gun and began shooting wildly in the direction of the trees, praying he would hit a target.

Arms were pulling him back and he was soon on the ground, Web pinning him down as Walsh took his weapon and tried to calm him. It didn't matter, he was furious and in shock, clearly traumatised from what he had seen.

The two men hauled him up, Jack finding his footing and walking back to the chopper alone, a few feet ahead feeling drained and weak. How could he let the mission come to this? How could he lose control? He wasn't fit to be a leader, he didn't deserve to serve his country.

A sudden explosion ripped through the air, knocking Jack to his feet. He looked around on the ground dazed, his ears ringing, unable to hear Walsh's shouts as he tried to locate Jack. Jack was disorientated, what the hell had just happened? Walsh pulled him up, both covered in mud, Jack looked around wildly at the fireball's smoke rising up into the air, Richards yell was starting to be herd in his senses.

"They planted mines," Walsh roared hoping Jack could hear him and would be careful, there could be more anywhere.

He knew Jack had herd him, his face changed, looking out into the smoke as panic overtook his features.

"Where's Web," he demanded, shaking in shock and utter disbelief as he began to piece together what had happened.

Walsh didn't answer, instead he grabbed Jacks arms and tried to pull him towards the chopper when he saw the distant look over come him. The other men were helping him, pulling him away as he yelled and fought to be let free; he didn't want to leave here; not as the only man alive.

The men dragged him into the chopper, one securing his belt as the others held him in place on the floor. Chris' body lay on the floor next to him, Walsh shouted for it to be covered immediately, Jack was in no state to be staring at his dead comrade the entire journey home.

Jack could see the land below him as the chopper took off, hovering higher and higher his sobs got heavier; he couldn't hold it all together, he felt like he'd been broken apart piece by piece. Walsh sedated him, forcing the pill into his mouth before ordering that Jack washed it down. Jack tried to move his head away but he was exhausted and still functioning as an empty shell. It was the promise that he would wake up to see his family which made him swallow the water, washing the pill down. He drowsed for a while as Walsh spoke to him, trying to offer comfort and reassurance, something had gone badly wrong on this mission before Jack and his men even arrived.

Jack drifted away as the clouds blocked out the destruction they were leaving behind. His thoughts rolled back and forth of his men and his family. How could he see them now, knowing he had led five eager and trusting men to their deaths? How could he tell Anna he had killed her husband Web, the father of her children? Why was he spared? He drifted away as his body continued to tremble in shock, knowing he didn't deserve his family or the air he was breathing. He closed his eyes a final time knowing he could never be the same again; he had left his men; he had no honour, he had lost everything.

THE END!

Not the best thing I've written but please review anyway!