Okay. First of all I would like to say that MY story is 100% accurate as far as military policy and terminology. If you have a problem with my story then please don't hide behind your anonymous review because I do know who you are. To all my lovely readers I am back. Secondly This chaper is going to be really dark and very hard for me to write. This is a really violent and horrific chapter. Please skip this if you are too young for adult subject matter or do not want to read something like this. Also I have changed the rating on this story. I forgot to a few chapters back. Sorry!

I am broken. Exhausted, dehydrated, and in agonizing pain. The acrid smell of smoke was clogging my senses. The peace of unconciousness licking at my mind. I was fighting against my iminent death with every fiber of my being. The image of that little white stick was burned into my memory. I had something to hold on to. To keep me sane even in my darkest hour.

Time was dragging. I had no idea how long I had been in this hellish place. My body felt like it had been torn to shreds. The insurgent group holding me and my men hostage were apparently under orders to get intel with no restraints. The rest of the pirsoners in a show of solidarity, perhaps our last moments together, removed our chevrons from our uniforms. This would give no indication of rank, therefore protecting those higher ranking just that much more.

I had thrown myself into the path of 2 captors to block one of my men. The three women we had with us had already been taken to another cell and I feared for them the most. For the first night all we heard were their screams. We lunged at the cold, metal bars of our cell screaming at the guards to spare the women. Our voices fell on deaf ears. The mocking gaze of the man who had cuffed me almost too much to bear.

The cell door opened. My bloodshot and blackened eyes hurt at the bright light shining into the small dank room. A man grabbed my by my shackled ankles and drug me out of the room once more. I felt a little more of my fight drift away from me. Forcing me into a chair my head lolled forward; the weight of it too much for my neck to carry.

He interrogated me for hours. His men beat me to near unconciousness. Each time I almost slipped into blessed darkness they revived me with ice cold water to my face. Sadly, the water felt good against my chapped lips. For the third time I refused their questions and maintained my silence like I had been trained to do. They threw me back into the holding cell. My broken body slammed against the cinderblock wall.

Grabbing another Marine they left me in the darkness again. The Marine they grabbed was Andrews. The young man I had met on my first day in the sandbox. He had been taken everyday with no reprieve. He still refused to talk. He was a good Marine. Hours later through my mental haze I realized they had not brought him back. I hoped for the best.

I decided at that moment I would stay strong for him and take revenge on the men who hurt us. Suddenly I was jolted our of my thoughts. The building we were in was shaking. The camp was under attack. We had a chance to be saved. Rousing my men I gathered them in the corner of the cell. There were seven of us left. Two were in pretty bad shape and we shielded their bodies with our own. We heard yelling in the hallways.

"Clear! I think they are down this way" A man's voice echoed down the hall.

I stood on shaking legs and made my way to the cell door. I saw four uniformed people coming down smoke billowing behind them.

"Stand back." Their leader ordered. My tired eyes recognizing a Staff Sergeant chevron he stepped forward and they quickly cut through the bars of the cell.

"My name is Staff Sergeant Jasper Whitlock. We have two seriously injured men in here with us and are missing five other people."

The man grinned under his kevlar at us.

"My name is Staff Sergeant Tyler Crowley. We are here to bring you guys home. Come with us the humvees are waiting to transport you back to base. We have two medics with us. We've been looking for you guys for weeks. Now let's go."

The next few hours were like a movie on fast forward. Those of us who were still fairly healthy decided against the advice of our superiors to stay and finish our time. We made our phone calls and I got to hear the voice of my angel. I would be going home to her. However, I will avenge the deaths of my fallen Brothers and Sisters before I do.

I sincerely hope this isn't going to drive people away from this story. Please Review and let me know your thoughts.