To whom ever decided to check this (And if you did, I am completely devoted to you forever):

As you all have known, this story has been on hiatus. And a long hiatus it has been. But last night, I don't know why, I had a breakthrough.

And here's where we are now, me with three brand new chapters, and you to read them.

As well, you may have all known that I am a senior, and I graduate in exactly one month. I really don't care about school anymore, since I've already been accepted to my school of choice, and I've already chosen out classes.

In other words that means more updates, and not so stretched apart. Well the last part I can't promise, because I am Stage Manager for our newest production. Though, I'm not stressed out yet, it may happen, and I'll probably loose my breakthrough.

Let's pray that wont happen though.

Ok, so this is probably the longest A/N in history, but I have to continue. So this chapter is just a little tid bit to tide you guys off until I get off work tonight. Be forewarned. It's emo. Maj.

The first two paragraphs (if you call them that) are sort of flashback/journal entries from the perspectives of both Dick and Megan (You can probably make out who's who based off the content.).

ENJOY!

It has been two months. Two months. I was told I would be back in six days. Two months ago.

Am I ever going to get back? Are they even looking for me? Do they even care?

It has been two months; the troops have done nothing but provide me with great pride and grief. The deaths of hundred of men, or boys I should say since they're still boys, has left me greatly saddened. But, that is what we were prepared for. We knew death was imminent during a war.

I just didn't know it had to be so cruel and take her too.

ONE MONTH LATER.

"Good news, Stein." A booming voice called. My hunched frame straitened to face Donner. Since our first meeting his features have become more rugged, and ravaged by war.

"What's the news?" I asked

"We've finally gotten a hold of the bloody Americans and you should be out of here in no time." He said promisingly. I've learned over the course of three months, that what Donner says usually never turns out to be true. He knows this. I know this. He knows I know this. I honestly have know idea why tells me these false reports. I think he has hope that they actually will happen. But no one could be that stupid.

Yet, as always, I put on my best face and reply with a brisk "Yes, Sir. Thank you."

Like false hopes, I've gone through many men. My past or future self could not even imagine the carnage that I have seen. Before, when I would see war movies, I found the war scenes fascinating. But, after seeing them up close and personal, 24/7 that can work against your physical and mental state. Watching man after man suffer, and/or die, in my hands; my thoughts have been plagued by death.

As I drowned in my sorrow thoughts, I forgot that I was currently caring for a wounded solider.

"Oi! That's me arm you have constricted ther'!" He yelled. I looked down, and noticed his arm was purple.

"Oh, sorry" I muttered. I released the sphygmomanometer, and massaged his arm till the blood started to flow.

A sudden crash came through the hospital tent, causing the solider to jump.

"Incoming!" The servicemen yelled, as they dropped the men into the hospital. I abandoned the solider for the incoming men.

"What have we got?" I asked the serviceman, taking over a rather young looking man. His body was covered in blood.

"Multiple GSW's in the right scapula, lower and upper abdomen. A possible electasis of the right lung." I slid around the serviceman and took a hold of the situation. Another nurse came over and helped me. I already had a feeling he was a lost cause. This environment was nowhere suitable for on the spot surgery, and a un repaired collapsed lung will ultimately lead to death. The best we could do was clot the wounds, stopping the heavy blood flow, fill him with plasma and pray his lungs were fine.

After a few minutes, the man began to speak. And when I say speak, I mean cry out.

"Mum?" He cried, "Mum, Mum! Help me! Mum!" He started to flail. I tried to contain him. His flailing caused his tourniquets to fall out of place.

"You need to calm down," I yelled over him, grabbing him by the wrists. I was no use; he was flinging me about like a rag doll.

"Mum! I don't want to die! Mum, please don't let me die! Where are you? Mum, Mum!" He yelled. I continued to fight, as the other nurse tried to replace the bandages and tourniquets. Soon, his flailing subsided. His breathing became more labored. I leapt over to his side, and started to give mouth to mouth. After a few breaths, I checked to see if he was becoming better. But he wasn't, he was now turning blue. I gave a few more breaths, and checked again, no change.

He turned to me, "Mum? This light is hurting my eyes," His eyes slowly closed.

And he was gone.

We looked at the man, backing away. Another one dead. I slammed my fist against his chest.

"Damnit!" I cried. The other nurse came around, and grabbed my shoulder.

"There was nothing you could have done." And she walked away.

I continued to stare down at the lifeless body in front of me. His dog tags were sticking out visibly; I reached down and ripped them off his neck. I examined them and found that he was 17.

Another sacrifice for the war effort.

I set the dog tags back on the boy, and hid in an empty area. I found a pail of water, and furiously flushed the cold fluid across my face and neck. I noticed a mirror and I saw my reflection.

Only it wasn’t my reflection. It was of a girl who had suffered. I looked aged about 30 years. My eyes, that once had that twinge of spark, were dead. I wasn't a girl of 17 any longer. I was a human skeleton. Dead on the inside and out.

I remembered the boy. 17. He was the same age as me. He courageously went to fight a man's war, and died on the hospital floor crying out for his mother. Just another causality for the greater cause.

Is it ever going to end?

I told you it was EMO didn't I?

BTW, I'm taking Anatomy this year (Well, I'm almost done with Anatomy I should say, since I do graduate soon), and all of this crap I know. Because, I'm seriously thinking about giving up being a professional writer and becoming a doctor.

No joke.

Ok, next update around 11! peace megs.