So I was listening to the soundtrack of War Horse, and it inspired me to post another chapter: ) this is for Sgt. Saunders143, a gift to ya, my pal, because yes, I know, poor Tully, I have ignored him way too long. I hope it turns out okay!

BTW, random readers, I have never seen the movie War Horse, but am getting it from the library, so don't spoil anything for me, if you happen to mention it in the reviews because of my previous note!

Everyone let me know how your Christmas and New Year's was in the reviews, and tell me what you think of this, please!

Disclaimer: Although the caffeine in my system is begging me to say that I do, I have no ownership to these guys…. However, this does give me a level of freedom- they are not mine, so I can torture them without feeling like I just killed a puppy…

The jeep rattled along over the sand loudly, never quieting for a moment to allow for complete silence. However, it's passengers were silent, tension stirring in the depths of the two American minds, and determination in the German one.

Finally, Tully killed the engine.

"Why have you stopped?" The German glanced up.

"The ocean," he pointed to a blanket of endless groves and shadowed indents comprised completely of sand, "is that way. But we'd better stop here and make camp. The sun's setting."

"Keep going."

"I don't think-"

"Keep going!" the German yelled, and rammed his rife-butt into Tully's shoulder.

The Private felt something give, and a resounding snap could be heard. The young German's eyes grew wide, realizing what he'd just done as Tully's head snapped backwards in agony.

"I think…. You….." Tully grimaced, and tried to move his hand to probe the area; but he couldn't. Every movement hurt him.

"Let me see it," Moffitt finally spoke. The German nodded once, shortly with- was it? Yes, maybe a little concern in his eyes. Moffitt had seen this kind of soldier before. Green. Fresh off the press, and not sure of what was too far.

"Tully, the collarbone is broken, and it's not a clean break. I don't think it's the kind of thing I can set here and now- it's best if you wear your arm in a sling." Moffitt announced after examining the offending area.

"In a sling? I can't drive if I have to wear a sling." Tully realized, sharing a look with Moffitt. He tried to re-adjust his position in the seat, but it hurt too much. He closed his eyes.

Tully was jolted in a sudden flash of agony, and when his vision cleared, he heard a shot- Moffitt must have tried to-

"Don't move, not either of you!"

Tully took in the scene. It would seem that Moffitt had tried to jump the German, to grab his gun. Moffitt lay on his side in the sand, eyes closed. Even if he had wanted to move, it was apparent that that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Tully groaned and shifted, watching the young German carefully.

"Get him in the vehicle." He ordered.

Tully struggled, eventually making it out of his seat. Slowly, he made his way to Moffitt. But unfortunately, the Englishman was much heavier than Tully anticipated, and his shoulder already throbbed with agonizing pain at every move. He collapsed onto his knees after the third try.

"I can't…. he's too heavy…." Tully looked up, "Hey why do you need us? We'll only slow you down, won't we?" he wondered, and only after he'd thought it did he realize it had been said aloud.

"I need you to drive the vehicle. I need you to get past your people. To get on a boat and to a new place. And I need you to help me escape."

"Escape?"

"From the Nazi army. I am finished with killing. It sickens me. I do not want to hurt people anymore."

"Well you did a good job on him. On me."

"It was a mistake." He admitted, "Now it is one you must help me correct. You will go back where we came. You will follow this chart," he handed Tully a crumpled-up piece of paper that he drew from his pocket, "And you will find the vehicle I left behind. It will not take you long; a day. You will need little water, and I will give it to you."

"Why did you leave it? The truck… eh, 'vehicle'?" Tully was curious to know.

"It was too…. Big. And I needed you, to get me where I needed to go…. In an American vehicle."

"How do I find it?"

"You have eyes, you have the chart, so go!"

"What if I don't?"

"Then I will shoot him again."

"I thought you said you didn't like killing-"

The German aimed his gun. "I will not hesitate to make this one sacrifice."

"For yourself?"

"Perhaps. Now go."

Tully nodded, and stood up to walk over to the jeep.

"No. It stays with me. You will walk."

"But that's not-"

"-I am prepared to shoot this man."

Tully glanced at Moffitt. He'd never seen the man look so weak or helpless, not in all the time he'd known him. No, Moffitt wasn't one to show that side of himself. And so, Tully could not help but follow his example.

"Alright. But if I do this, I want to know what your name is."

"It's Josef Derrhaup. Why do you want to know?"

Tully turned and looked over his shoulder. "I don't like looking trouble in the face and not knowing his name."

And with these last words to the enemy, he gave what could be a last look at Moffitt, and began walking into the desert, on a journey as hopeless as what lay behind him.

Dun dun dun dun! Tell me what you thought, and yes, I'm sorry it's short, but dinner is calling me! Next chapter will be longer, I promise!