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Ponyboy P.O.V

It has been a few weeks since that call. I guess I should write a letter back home. No I shouldn't they wouldn't even care they'll probably be playing poker. No I should they might want to hear from me. Oh look at me I'm fighting with myself. Ok I guess I'll write them.

I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started writing:

Dear Darry, Soda, Two-bit, Dally, Johnny, and Steve,

I'm sorry I haven't wrote to ya'll it's just been really busy down here. How are you all? Me? I'm fine I guess. Last night one of our other squads got ambushed. We're all scared we might get ambushed. I heard one of the guys got killed. I hope we get out of here soon. I miss ya'll. You wouldn't believe how hot it is right now, I'm sweating like a pig. Oops it's time for lights out. I have to go. Hope I come home soon. Write back.

-First Lieutenant Ponyboy Curtis

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When I woke up I heard screaming and shouts. I got out of my 'bed' and walked to where the shouting came from. WE WERE BEING AMBUSHED! I quickly ran to get my rifle and dagger and my bag and headed to the others.

When I got there we all started shooting at everything we saw in sight. No one is going to get killed tonight except the gooks. While I shot a gook I heard a familiar scream. It was Chris. Please don't tell me he got shot again.

I ran to him quickly and I didn't like what I saw. He was in his own pool of blood with a bullet hole in his head. He's dead. I thought. "Guys", I called my gang, "Chris is dead." they looked and Mike got pissed. "WHO KILLED MY BROTHER?" he asked in rage. I shrugged and said,"I don't know Mike I just don't know."

The ambush was over. "It looks like we won!" I said "We better have Curtis." Said Mike. I felt bad for Mike. His brother keeps getting shot, and now he's dead. Poor kid.

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It's been a week and I haven't gotten my letter from the gang yet. Maybe they didn't care about me anymore. You know what? I'm not going to stand this anymore. They don't care about me? Good. Then they won't miss me when I get shot in the head.

I slowly lifted the gun to my temple about to pull the trigger when a voice startled me. "Curtis what do you think you are doing?"

"I'm going to kill myself Mike. My family doesn't care about me. Why should I live if they don't care?"

That stumped him.

"Curtis you know they care about you. maybe their letter was too long so they had to shorten it."

"Yeah whatever. Let's just go kick some gook ass."

"Ok let's go."

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We walked out into the battle field and waited for the first bullet to fly in the air to start. I saw the first bullet fly and started shooting. Then I realized a gook started shooting at me. At first I dodged them. Then I realized that I could make it look like I got killed in action.

I stopped dodging them and started getting hit with them. Then one bullet went through my skull and I fell into a peaceful darkness. Finally I am free from this world I thought.

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3rd person P.O.V

Two men in United States military uniforms walked up to the Curtis house. They knocked on the door softly. Darry answered the door and let them in. The gang was confused that two men were here carrying a package. Then one of them spoke.

A/N: Hey guys! You probably hate me that I stopped right there. But I had too it was too tempting. I finally made a long chapter! Woo hoo! Aren't you soo happy? I AM! Well here is the sad part. This story is coming to an end the next chapter will be the last. But wait! There is more! Lol I felt like a person selling something haha! But the happy thing is I might make a new story about Pony going to New York after Johnny and Dally died. The other awesome part is that I might make a sequel to this story. Isn't that great! Well have a nice day/night! Please R&R thanks!

~ Mk aka sugarcrazed