A/N: Please don't hate me for posting this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show.
Chapter 3: Good Eye, Sniper.
Jamie's side of the world. 1 month later.
Jamie was sitting in the back fo the boat, thinking about the letter he'd recieved from Jude a few days earlier. It said that she missed him, and so did everyone else, and that she couldn't wait for this to end so he could come home. But most importantly, it said that she loved him. He loved hearing that from her. He couldn't wait to tell her that he would be coming home soon. He couldn't wait to see her, hold her in his arms again, be able to kiss her. He missed her so much. "Hey, man. What's up?" He looked up to see Steven, an officer who he had become good friends with, standing over him. Steven wasn't that much older than him, and had a girlfriend who lived in Florida.
"Nothing. Just thinking." He nodded knowingly.
"About Jude, huh?" Jamie sighed deeply.
"Yeah. I miss her."
"That's normal." He sat down.
"Yeah, I guess." Steven frowned.
"Hey, just think about it; in a few weeks you'll be able to see her again." Jamie smiled at the thought.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Of course I am." They heard someone yell something. "Come on, we've gotta go." Jamie nodded and they left the boat, going up to the beach. He was ready for this. He had been every time he did this over the past month. See, Jude, I told you there was nothing to worry about, he thought to himself. I'm coming home soon. I'm coming home and everything will be fine. I promised you. He ran onto the beach with the rest of the people, his gun in his hand. The battle, like all the others, was horrible. There were people being shot, people dying, everywhere he looked. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered how his government could put people up to this kind of suffering. That thought must have been what distracted him that day. He was so busy trying to sort out the thoughts he had jumbled in his mind while trying to defend himself that he didn't see the man come up behind him. He didn't see him load his gun and take his shot. He did, however, feel the pain in his back as the bullet hit him, causing him to fall to the floor. Steven rushed up to him quickly. "Are you ok, man?" He asked, panicking.
"I--I don't think so. I don't think I can make it. Please, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure, o--of course, man what is it?"
"Can you go to Jude, and tell her what happened? Make sure she's ok?" Steven nodded.
"You can count on me, Jamie." He didn't have time to respond. That was the last thing he heard before the pain became too much for him and he passed out. That was the last thing he'd heard before he died.
A/N: Ok, I realize that I just lost so many readers right now, but I had to do that. I apologize to anyone(including me) who wanted to see Jamie come out of this war alive, but if you can help it, keep reading. I think you'll be surprised.