The days flew by since South Korea, the fact that his best friend was dying on life support, and he had to deal with the loss of his arm. It nearly broke Mitchell. Despite the mission being a success, he had a lot of recovery ahead of himself.

It was barely another long week later when Will flat lined. He was gone. Just as Mitchell left the hospital himself.

Another week stretched by, and it was time for Will's funeral, Cormack giving the first speech for his son in arms. "And so, it is time to say goodbye to Private William Robert Irons, a man who had the privilege and honor to have under my command." He seemed to have hid his grievance well, just the same as every other funeral. With the sun high in the sky, clouded by the fog and the blossoming cherry trees, Cormack continued his speech.

"A life is only important to its impact on the lives of others. By this standard, Private Irons ranks among one of the very best. He leaves behind family, friends, fellow Marines, and a grateful nation."

Will's father, Johnathan Irons, was the first to pay his respects, placing a gentle hand on the closed coffin, glancing toward the picture of his son for only a moment. Cormack followed, placing his white gloved hand, then Mitchell. Turning to leave, Cormack patiently waited for his soldier to join his side. "I'm sorry, Mitchell. Will was one of our best. Look, we take care of our own. If you ever need anything.." Cormack couldn't change his tone sounding of a concerned father. However, Johnathan Irons half politely butted onto the conversation, introducing himself while shaking Mitchell's hand. Cormack apologized for Iron's loss, but after some words, Iron claimed it was an unnecessary tragedy. Irons turned his attention to Mitchell, "Son, I want to offer you a second chance."

"Sir, Mitchell has been discharged due to his injuries.." Cormack tried to say, but Irons was aware. He even offered a new prosthetic arm for Mitchell, handing him a holographic card.

Mitchell had all night to think of it, for a second chance.