[spoiler]Well shit. Didn't realize this was going on. [/spoiler] Kaleb absolutely despised aircraft. They were so fragile, so weak. One thing goes wrong, and you have a disaster in your hands. Which was exactly what was going on at the moment. As the helicopter spiraled out of control, Kaleb pulled out his dog tags chain, where he kept a cross. He kissed it, and did he sign of the cross as the helicopter collided with the sand, kicking it up, wrenching metal, bodies and plastic all around Him. Things black out. He wakes up, eventually. It was night. He looked up, spitting the sand out of his mouth, coughing horrendously. "Shit! No, this can't be happening!" He shouts out as he sees the mangled ruins of the helicopter, he rushes up the cockpit, growing the door open and dragging the pilot out. Matthew was his best friend. He had been since pre school. They had enlisted together. [i]Why me? Why did I have to live?[/i] he though as he looked down upon the body of the person he had never expected to lose. He grabs his tags, tucking them into one of his pockets, and then does the same to the rest of the men in the helicopter. 11 -blam!-ing tags. All of them lost in one fell swoop. Kaleb felt tears running down his face. The tiny rivulets of salty liquid running down his cheeks. He stands up, grabbing his rifle and beginning his trek. It would be a 25 mile hike back to the Base. Then, there was the Taliban to account for. There was no help for him. No aid, no radio, nothing. [i]I am alone. [/i] Alone. Something he definitely did not want to be in the middle of the Iraqi desert. Something Kaleb had never been. Alone was a foreign concept. He had always had a friend to back him up. Or family, or some random Good Samaritan. He was alone. And nothing could help him. Only his feet and his rifle. Only Solitude and Isolation. And Kaleb was scared.