James Duke

"I know...I saw you there. It was just one time, but I know it was you." Bo replied.

After catching his breath and waking up fully, Bo sighed and rubbed his eyes. He was plum worn out, but was afraid to sleep because of the nightmares. He hated it when he couldn't stop himself from falling asleep.

Bo eventually woke up himself. He awoke with a scream, accidently smacking Luke in the face as he did, still being partly in the nightmare.

On the way home, Bo ended up falling asleep. He knew he looked terrible, but also knew that he couldn't help it. As he slept, he started to have a nightmare about his time in the prison.

"Sounds like a really good idea to me." Bo said. He then tried to get up, but still wasn't strong enough.

Bo smiled and nodded. "I'm more than ready to go home...I missed you way to much."

Bo was more then happy to go home. He only wished he looked better then he did. His hair was a lot longer then he liked to have it and he was almost a hundred pounds under weight.

A year later, Bo wasn't any better. He was starting to give up and was pretty much always sleeping. He was just too weak to do anything else, not that there was anything to do anyway. He'd grown depressed and didn't even care when someone came in and started to beat him up. He still tried to eat though, though he didn't always finish all of the bread he was given. Hazing just fallen asleep again for the umpteenth time that day, Bo was awaken quickly by the sounds of gunshots and yelling. Turning his head towards the window, he could just barely make out the uniforms of american soliders as they ran past. They had apparently found some more soldiers that had been captured. Forcing himself to sit up against the wall, Bo listened carefully for the sound of friendly footsteps. After awhile, he heard a couple of men talking and knew they were American. Not wanting to be left behind, Bo started yelling as loud as he could. Thankfully, someone heard him and ran to help him.

Bo wanted to stay awake, mainly because he knew it was probably getting close to the time when one or more of the Japs came in to torment him. He'd found out that everytime he was given food, they would come in sometime that day. But because he didn't have a lot of strength, Bo ended up loosing the fight with sleep.

Bo woke up from his restless nap, hearing something clanging on the ground. Opening his eyes, he saw a tray with some bread on it. Sitting up, he scooted over to it and grabbed the bread and started eating. It was good to get something to eat, since he hadn't eaten in almost a week. Once finished, he sighed and went back to the corner of the cell and laid back down.

Bo however, wasn't as fortunate. He hadn't been found yet. He had no idea that the others were rescued either. Sighing, he laid down on the damp ground and closed his eyes. He wanted to die right then and now, but something kept telling him to not give up. Taking a deep breath, Bo yawned a bit before falling asleep.

After being thrown back into his cell, Bo managed to crawl over to a corner, where he sat down. He couldn't believe Luke was there as well. He was glad though, that Luke was alive and hoped they'd be rescued before Luke was killed. Biting back tears, Bo closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, exhaustion knocking him out... Two years later, Bo was still in the camp. The Japs didn't really bother him anymore, though a few still liked to beat him up. He'd lost a lot of weight and was hardly able to get around anymore. He hadn't seen Luke since the day he recognized him, and actually thought his best friend was dead now.

Looking at Luke, Bo suddenly recognized him. He started to struggle against the Japs that were holding him, only to get hit in the back by the butt of a gun. He was knocked to his knees, stunned by the hit.

The japs forced Bo to sit on an old wooden chair, where they tied his hands to the arm rests and tied his legs to the chair legs. They then started to ask Bo questions, but because they didn't speak good english, Bo had no idea what they were saying, which earned him a few new injuries.

Around that same time and in just about the same conditions, Bo was also being taken away for questioning. The Japs forced him to walk, even though it was now nearly impossible for Bo to walk. His ribs weren't the problem this time around, it was his leg that was the problem. He was taken right past Luke without even realizing it.

Life in the prison was he** for everyone. Bo's old injuries hadn't healed right, leaving him unable to walk. He wasn't paralyzed, he just didn't have a way to get around. He'd tried to hop, but it only caused his sides to ache. About the only thing that had healed right, were the cuts and bruises and Bo's broken hand.

Little did they all know, none of them would be getting rescued for quite awhile. In fact, it would be over two years before Luke and his men were rescued and another year after that before Bo was found, him having been put into a different part of the prision with the other wounded soilders.

Bo was placed in a cell by himself, though he did have a few rats for company. His entire body was hurting from the crash, his ribs, leg and hand hurting the worst. He groaned painfully as he tried to make himself comfortable. Little did he know though, that his life was about to get a lot worse.

Once Bo was taken care of in the field hospital, he was left alone to rest. Little did the nurses and doctors know though, that there were several Japs there, waiting to take some of the wounded soilders. Once the coast was clear, several men came in, two men taking one person. In all, five men were taken, Bo included.

Amazingly, Bo had survived the crash. And even more amazingly, he was still conscious, though he wasn't lucky enough to get out without injury. His right leg had been broken and sveral of his ribs were busted. He had a few nasty cuts, a couple of which would require stitches; and a concussion. He'd also managed to fracture a couple of bones in his left hand. Looking around, Bo knew he had to get out and away from the plane, just incase it exploded. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to get out, not noticing the soilders rushing over to help.

Having recieved word that the ground troops were going to be moving into the area, Bo and the other pilots were told to wait until they were gone before bombing the place. However, none of the pilots counted on enemy planes showing up. The enemy had ambushed them, firing at them before Bo and the others had a chance to react. Several shots hit Bo's plane, blowing the left wing off. When the plane started to spin out of control, Bo tried to eject, only to find the button wasn't working. Trying not to painc, he did everything he could regain enough control of the plane, hoping to make it to the edge of the jungle, where he hoped the trees would help soften the crash, even just a little. In just a matter of seconds, all that was visible of the plane, was a cloud of black smoke from the burning engine.

Once Bo's basic training was finally done, he'd been taught to fly one of the latest fighter jets, and put into a unit; Bo was shipped out to Nam. Bo, along with four other pilots, were sent on a mission to find and bomb a hide out where numerous weapons were thought to be hidden. Little did Bo know, the mission would be anything but easy. Not that he thought it was be easy to begin with anyway.

When a couple of drill sergents came over to the new arrivals, they made the group line up. After making the young men introduce themselves to everyone, the two drill sergents split the group up, each taking half of the new arrivals. Bo was among the group who had ended up with the toughest and meanest drill sergent. He sighed, knowing the next eight weeks would be the longest eight weeks of his life.

Arriving at the training base a couple of hours later, Bo sighed, knowing he was going to be more miserable then before. Seeing some other men, who Bo assumed were new arrivals as well, he walked over to the group, not really sure what else to do.

Putting the letter with the rest of the letters they'd gotten from Luke, Bo hid the box they were in under his bed. Deciding to go to the Boars Nest one more time before he left, he grabbed the keys to Jesse's truck and headed out. A couple of days later, Bo, Jesse and Daisy were all standing at the bus station, saying their goodbyes before Bo left. Just as Bo finished hugging Daisy, the bus arrived. Giving them both one last hug, Bo grabbed his bag then turned and got on the bus. He sat near a window and looked out at his uncle and cousin, waving once the bus pulled away.