Drew was dead asleep.

The world could end around him and he still wouldn't wake up. He'd never been more tired in his life. Adam was nearly the same as him, only he kept dozing in and out of sleep for fear of another attack. Everything was silent.

Nothing audible but the wind.

It was a moment where someone would say that its 'too quiet'.

Drew however turned to his side, actually waking up for a second. He could see Adam asleep, using folded blankets as a pillow. He looked peaceful which was a relief to Drew as he couldn't have Adam screaming in his sleep to attract attackers. He was about to fall back asleep but he forced himself to hold his eyes open, blinking rapidly to stay awake.

He finally realized it, he had missed his brother. So painfully.

He'd never once in his life imagined them in Afghanistan fighting together. Let alone imagined them in Afghanistan period. He gently and slowly rubbed his head, not disturbing him even a little. He felt like they were knocked back 20 years. He was 8 and Adam was 7...asleep in their beds when they shared a room. He scooted in and kissed his cheek.

He'd never felt closer to him in his life. He was starting to realize how lucky he was to have a brother who loved him enough to join the army with him. His brother was loyal to him his whole life. But he had no idea he'd go to these lengths.

Drew then began to wonder what would Adam would've done if Drew was in a sunken and leaking submarine. God knows that Adam would give his life if it meant rescuing someone he loved.

He scooted back away and turned so he wasn't facing Adam directly. The only light visible was the moon light. And it was bright as hell that night. He could see the silhouettes of men standing on guard only. He could hear the soft chirping of a cricket. It chirped in such a rhythm that it slowly hypnotized Drew back to sleep.

Then was felt like seconds later although it had been an hour; there was a massive explosion.

Drew was immediately to his feet.

He could see his troupes stampeding towards the Libyans. It was more people than the last time. To make matters worse once he had found his gun which had been knocked a few feet away from him, he could see a tank.

"Adam lets go!"

He looked back where Adam was once laying, he, along with his gun were gone. He ran out farther into the field, looking in every direction,

"ADAM!"

No sign of him, everyone, was too preoccupied in killing everyone in sight and trying to destroy the tank. It was the bloodiest night of Drew's life. He ran, shooting anyone that came in his way.

As he was doing so, a Libyan made a tight grab for Drew's gun. After a brief-four second struggle, Drew beamed him straight in the head with the end of his gun, leaving him with a bloody mark. He began to back up away from the body only to run into someone, he shot around, it was Cassel.

"Sergeant! Have you seen my brother?" Cassel himself had a gun in his hand. It was a grenade launcher.

"No Torres! I have not!" he pulled Torres next to him as they crouched down.

"Did you see him when the tank fired-"

"No Torres! For now we have to get rid of that thing!" he fired into the middle of the battlefield,

"GRENADE! GET DOWN!" A soldier yelled, but before some of them could duck, they were killed/knocked over by the explosion.

"Damn!" Cassel yelled to himself.

"Sir! If I don't find him I-"

"Listen to me Torres! We have to destroy that tank! If we don't, it won't just be the end for him!"

Drew sat there for a moment, taking in what he just said…what happened to Adam wasn't important to anyone at the moment…but if the tank were to kill them all…

Drew stood up and ran through the firing raid. He could see the tank, it had only launched one missile since it arrived but there was some one firing the rifle at the top. Drew grabbed his machine gun and aimed. As he was running he made one clean shot, knocking the man off the tank. Leaving the tank itself. He found a small part of rubble he could crouch behind, waiting to see their next move.

"I SAID YOUR NOT!" He could hear in the distance. It sounded like Adam. In hope and plea he turned towards the noise. It was Adam having a hand on fight with his gun with a Libyan soldier.

Adam struggling to yank the gun back, holding it horizontally with both hands as the Libyan taunted him.

They were halfway away from where Adam was standing by the time Adam was finally loosing his grip. Then he realized…the muzzle was aimed towards the Libyan. He struggled as he tried to lay a finger on the trigger, but right as he lost his hold, his finger slipped, pulling the trigger…blowing the soldiers head off completely. He didn't pay any mind to the body and picked up his gun. Drew stood up out of hiding,

"Adam!"

He turned around, "Yeah?" he called casually, reloading, Drew ran up to him. Adam didn't know what was coming until Drew squeezed his arms around Adam, making it uncomfortable.

"Don't ever do that again." he mumbled. It took Adam a second but he found himself holding Drew as well, completely forgetting about everything that was going on around them.

"I told you…" he pulled away, "I can make my own decisions."

The two smiled,

"SHIT GO OUT!" they could hear someone calling. They turned their heads towards the noise. The missile launcher of the tank was aimed right at them. And It fired. They tried to react as the missile seemed to travel in slow motion. Panicked they tried to run in separate directions but Adam ended up tripping, in a panic, and Drew of course not thinking grabbed his arm and pulled him the opposite way he was going.

It hit.

They were knocked a foot away, Drew landing on his chest, he could hear Adam's sickening groan of pain. He tried to get up but was only able to crawl, he could see Adam struggling to roll over onto his back, an agonizing expression on his face.

"Adam!" he slowly got his energy back and was able to run over to him, he knelt over him, "Adam!" he lifted his head as Adam was groaning in pain and crying.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me!"

Adam could barley speak, he was covered in gashes and burn marks. Drew was only bruised and had moderate burn marks. He sniffled, "My leg." Drew went to check, pulling up the pants leg,

"Oh my god! It HURTS!"

He couldn't tell Adam what it was, his leg had been skimmed to the bone…nothing that couldn't be treated but he knew Adam wouldn't be able to relax. He pulled the pants leg back down, he held Adam's head up again, shushing him,

"It's ok, your gonna be fine."

Sergeant Cassel arrived, having seen the two knocked over by the launch.

"Torres!" he saw Adam and knelt down, "Is he alright?"

"Sir, he's bleeding. He needs help." he lifted his pants leg, "Please!" Cassel was horrified at the sight, he saw two of their Afghani troupes near by,

"AI! SHOAM MITOONI KE KOMAKAM KONID!"

They ran over, Cassel instructed them, "ye doktor meekhalyim," he pointed to Adam, who was still in pain as Drew tried to let him know he was there, "tameez ye khoon ke baandey zakhm!"

They nodded in agreement and lifted Adam by wrapping his arms around his necks, "Meetonee vaaysee?" one of them asked him, he didn't know how to respond,

"I don't know." he had finally stopped the tears now breathing in pain. "Drew are you coming?" he closed his eyes, it somehow made his leg hurt less. Drew remained where he stood.

"…No. I can't."

Adam immediately raised his head, "What?" he shook his arms as much as he could to tell them to stop, he made them turn him around so he could face Drew,

"What are you saying?" his heart began to pound.

Drew stood there…emotion filling up from his stomach to his head, "…I'm saying goodbye…Adam. After they treat you, you can go home-"

Adam shook his head, "N-NO! You have you come home with me!"

"Adam-"

"Please! Andrew your family needs you! I need you! You've done enough here now PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

He walked closer to Adam, "Stop-" he began to welt up in horrible grief,

"YOU CANT JUST ABANDON ME LIKE THIS ESPECIALLY WHE-"

Drew and Adam were eyes to eyes, he put his hand behind Adam's neck and forcefully pulled him into a kiss. The two soldiers not commenting as all families had ways of showing affection. Drew let a tear fall out as he pulled away. Adam's eyes were turning red from the tears building up.

"I love you… my brother." after taking a second, he turned and ran off, the two soldiers began to pull him towards the medical exhibit when he started to struggle,

"No!" he looked out at Drew, "STOP! STOP!"

Drew kept running, trying to find any loaded gun that was laying around and all the sudden, he felt a harsh sting to his chest. He fell to his knees as he yelled out in pain. He had been shot in the chest. He slapped his hand over the small wound, it barley missed his heart.

Adam didn't notice as all he could see was Drew heading towards the tank on his knees. They struggled to pull him away as Adam continuously fought back with all he could.

Drew was positive he had been shot…and boy did it hurt. He could see a machine gun laying in the open hand of a dead soldier. He scooted over on his knees and grabbed it. Three bullets left.

He saw the gas pipe of the tank.

Fight fire with fire he thought.

He got down on his chest albeit making it bleed faster when he did and aimed steadily.

"ANDREW! ANDREW!" Adam was still fighting although he was losing.

Andrew's vision blurred but he still felt he had a clear shot. He fired round one. He missed as it ricocheted off of the pipe itself. He had to get it in the pipe.

Adam was now just screaming, both in pain and at how he was getting farther and farther from Drew.

He fired round two. It rebounded once again.

Now it was only one.

Adam found himself crying again as he was able to free an arm from around a soldiers neck and hold it out trying to run. But they grabbed him. He wouldn't have been able to run anyway with his leg, he'd simply topple over.

Drew could feel it coming to an end, but he wasn't over. He aimed one last time, one clean shot.

"Fire…"

He pulled the trigger.

There was a massive explosion as the gasoline engine exploded and the tank was now in pieces. Burning everything in its way.

"NO!" Adam would be left mute after that horrible scream. Cassel unlatched his helmet after the explosion simmered down.

An Afghani soldier smiled as he screamed in delight. All the others joined in, raising their guns in the air. Shouting, hugging, singing the Afghani national anthem.

The bloodiest night of their lives was over.

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-X

Adam found himself in a weird realm of darkness for a matter of seconds before coming back to reality. Only his leg was in bandages and he was in the most uncomfortable bed he'd ever been in. He looked around trying to focus his surroundings. He was in a hospital. That would maybe explain why he had tubes up his arms and nose. He saw two, beautiful, Afghani women talking out by the door of his room,

"Uh…" he wasn't sure, "Hey…" they didn't respond. "Uh-…he tried to remember the words but couldn't, "E-excuse me?" he called. One of the women walked over with a confused expression,

"Koomakam?"

"…I'm sorry, I don't speak Persian." she only seemed more confused, "…Could you please tell me where I am?"

She began going on in Persian but he couldn't understand, it sounded like gibberish to him. Then, he saw a familiar face, it was sergeant Cassel. He instructed her in Persian to leave.

"Sergeant-"

"Your in a hospital…they saved you thank god but it wasn't easy."

Adam sat up as much as he could, "W-when did I get here?"

"Well…you fainted-after the tank was shot we carried you over here."

Adam took a minute to himself, the last thing he remembered was everything going black right after Drew shot-DREW!

"Drew!"

Cassel knew what was about to happen and he leaned closer to lay his head down, "Adam plea-"

"Is Drew ok? Tell me please!"

"Torres-"

Tears built up in his eyes, "He has to be alive! No one can take him down that easily he has to be-"

"Torres!"

He felt his lip quiver as his heart started to race. Cassel couldn't look at Adam, he turned away.

He took in a breath, "…we never found his body…we assume Libyans have kidnapped him…and possibly killed him." he closed his eyes, "I'm so sorry."

Tears slowly dropped from his eyes as he felt a horrible heat mixed with pain in his chest. He breathed in,

"I don't believe it."

Cassel was able to look at him, although not liking the picture, he held a hand out, "Here."

Adam took it with both hands, bawling into it. Cassel took a second to himself, un denying sympathy for the boy.

"ANDREW!" Adam screamed over his tears and gasp-like sobs.

"Drew!"

"No…" he continued to waterfall the tears out, "No…god no!"