(Smitty is still alive because his death made me sad.)

In 12 hours, you had managed to save 75 of your own men, and a few Japanese too.

You were exhausted beyond belief, dragging your body back and forth as you saved your comrades one by one.

Until a few Japanese chased you back to the rope, shooting at you as you hurriedly tossed down your injured friend, Smitty, before climbing down yourself.

You hear chatter below you, the Japanese soldiers leaning over and trying to shoot you, but instantly collapse and fall under the fire of your teammates.

You climb down the cliffside, lowering yourself to the beach below, panting as you look around, wiping some dirt from your face.

You place Smitty down on the sand, looking him over quickly and sighing in relief. He might not be able to walk by himself for awhile, but he would be okay…

Your team is there, the ones who were smart enough to retreat.

Your jump as a hand is placed on your shoulder, you instinctively pushing it off and stumbling back in fear.

Captain Glover stands before you, the one who didn’t believe you were anything more than a coward who refused to touch a gun.

The team murmurs as they watch you, both in admiration and appreciation.

“You’re alright, Doss. Take it easy…” Your teammate, Teach, rubs your back gently, looking worried.

You had been up there, all alone and by yourself, having to keep yourself and others alive without any food or sleep. Your body was shaking and trembling from exhaustion, shock and fear. You were scared beyond belief…