Mission: Mojo Entry
By: CCK

A lone figure stood at the top of the hill watching the sky fill with the beautiful red and orange colors of the setting sun. A soft breeze blew through his tousled blond hair, as he felt a soft shiver run through his body.

He wrapped his arms around himself, feeling the sergeant's stripes on his uniform sleeves. Those stripes felt heavier today than they had ever felt before.

Another shiver ran softly through his body and he wondered if it was caused by the light breeze or his own mind, as he replayed the events of the day.

His eyes slowly drifted away from the beautiful sunset to the field below. Scanning the carnage that lay before him, he knew the answer to that very question.

With a heavy heart, he began the long trek to the bottom. Stepping over the bodies of soldiers from both sides of the battle, his eyes always focused ahead, never down.

As he neared the bottom, he reached in his pocket for his Lucky Strikes, shaking one out of the pack. Lighting his cigarette with his silver lighter he looked into the exhausted faces of his men.

"Saddle up," Saunders quietly spoke as the group turned and walked away from the field.