and captured her. As luck would have it, the Taliban were in a dire need of a medic and Adriana came in the right moment. The Taliban convinced her that they would provide security to her since the war was at its zenith. She unwillingly obliged because the insurgents would have killed her anyway if she refused. Davis and Adriana’s colleague saw the blast and assumed Adriana had been killed. In the US, word had gone by about the tragic events that met the US troops and a rescue team was airlifted from the Maxwell air force Base in the US. Soon a rescue mission was launched which saw the death of many Taliban forces. Davis learned about the rescue team and, using Adriana’s truck, traveled to the US embassy headquarters in Kabul. He was flown back to the US and learned about the death of his Army Captain including much of his team. As one of the few survivors of the war, Davis was showered with numerous accolades and was promoted to the rank of Sergeant Major. However, to him, these accolades would not fill the void that he felt with Adriana dead. In the short time that he had with Adriana, he felt invigorated and lively and had always wanted to feel her in his presence. Memories of his time with her and the image of her dark tanned skin never left his mind. On numerous occasions, he wished that it was him on the aircraft instead of Adriana, or that Adriana never saved him so then, the suffocating feeling of death will swallow him whole and he can be at peace. Ten years later in 2004, word came out that a new insurgent force had broken out in the Afghan capital. Davis, being among the few Sergeants who knew the political landscape well and having previously fought in two operations, was deployed in the mission, this time not as an infantry. In one of the raids in the Eastern part of Kabul, he saw a face that he knew all too well, laying unconsciously. Cuts and bruises covered her face and across her arms, that looked like they were at least a week old. Her black hair, which was now >