Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8992692-20140610191833/@comment-8992692-20140614220502

DMR walks up to Jess's door and knocks on it. Jess, wiping away the tears "Who is it?"

DMR "It's DMR, mind if I come in?"

Jess "Su... sure." DMR opens up the DMR ans sees Jess sitting on her bed with a tissue in one hand and her other hand is closed into a fist. He looks more closely at it and sees she is holding four dog tags in them. "I lost eight men today, yet I own have fout tags."

DMR, sitting down next to her on the bed "But we know what happened to them. They can still live on in our memories."

Jess "And what am I supposed to tell the others. I always tell them, we don't leave anyone behind. We can't get a body, we get their tags. It's the least we can do."

DMR "it's war, things don't always go according to plan. Besides, they know what they signed up for."

Jess "It's my job as their leader to ensue their protection. Ever since Yoth I have yet to go on a mission and not lose all my men." She leans over and opens up a lock box. Inside are dog tags of all the Delta SEALs she has lost since Yoth. "We are brothers and sisters. We are supposed to watch over eachother. We make sure we have eachothers backs. We care for eachother, and make sure we come back, one way or another."

DMR "And we'll avange their losses, I promise you that."

Jess, laughing "You don't get it DMR do you? I don't care how many Chat soldiers are dead. What I care about is how many of my troops are still alive at the end of the day. That's the main difference between you and I."

DMR "Just because I don't show it doesn't mean I don't care."

Jess "That's not what I meant. I still remember what you did for me on Geato."