FREEDOM
AN: Ok this is a repost of my story THE BEST. Quite difference but it uses the same idea. Please R&R, I haven't done this a lot and would like to know how I'm going. Thanks.
Today was the day. Nothing special about it, nothing to say it was going to happen today. He knew there was a chance every time he sent anybody through the gate, and he thought he had prepare himself for this possibly, he really had. And when he found he wasn't prepared it was too late.
He had really thought he would be able to start again because the flag would still stand for freedom and that is what he worked at keeping his whole life. He as watched it happen time and time again and he was always able to start again and keep going, able to stand up and continue to fight, fight to keep the flag flying free. But today was different it wasn't meant to happen. Today they left home never to return.
And he hears what people say in whispers as he walks the halls, and he understands why they believe what they say, they've survive worst then this in fact they have always came home. Today they wont but many believe they will; only his believes the truth, only he feels the pain. A pain he allows no one to see.
Everywhere he goes he can feel their presences, everywhere he goes there are signs of them. In the blue Jell-O sitting in the commissary to the draw of confiscated yo-yo. He sees their sprits in the delivery of candles or in the amazingly large medical files they seemed the complied over the years. He knows they're gone but it feels like they are still here.
Deep in side he knows he will continue to fight because the earth still deserves freedom and he loves this land, he will continue to send teams out and welcome them back. But General George Hammond died the day SG-1 didn't come, the day they gave their lives for freedom