The men form a silent half-circle on the tarmac, knowing they'll never see each other again -- that this is the end of everything.

It feels wrong. It is wrong. They've been through Hell together. They're more than just a unit; they transcended that definition long ago.

One by one they say their awkward goodbyes, shoulder their bags, and drift away forever, until finally only one still stands there – the one the others named Hannibal.

A long moment passes before Lt. Hannibal Smith shoulders his bag and turns for the plane -- before he, too, walks away from Korea forever.