Character: Major Edward Beck
Prompt: Table 3, #24 - Innocence
Warnings : Spoilers for pretty much everything that's ever happened in the series may lie within.
Word count: 275
Summary: And now what? (continued)
Disclaimer/Claimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Jericho or CBS or any of the other PTB in relation to the show (although if anybody has a Major Beck just kickin' around with nothing to do...send him my way!). No infringement is intended. I'm just taking the characters out to play, and will do my best to show them a very, VERY good time. ;)
A/N1: Words in red are Beck's thoughts as he's writing; not what was actually sent.
A/N2: I have no military knowledge or background; everything I know I've learned through Wikipedia and various TV shows and movies (and we know how accurate all of those things are!) So, apologies in advance for incorrect terminology, or protocol.
July 4, 2007
Welcome back to Jericho. I wish you speedy recovery from your wounds. I wish I could be there, to speak to you in person. Duty calls, however, and this letter will have to do.
I know you understand what "duty" means. Darcy and I had a long talk yesterday after Jake's call, and after my conversation with General Quinn. I think, out of everybody I've met in Jericho, you're the one who best understands what duty is, aren't you? What it demands from a person, and the price you pay when you serve it. In different circumstances, we might have been friends, you and I.
I wanted you to know that the information you gathered gave me the proof I needed to know that the ASA was corrupt and the proof I needed to convince my company commanders of the rightness of my actions, and save my life. It also helped to prove your innocence in the Attacks. You weren't responsible for the destruction of this country (the death of my family); you tried to stop it. For that, I'm grateful. I'm grateful that, no matter what the outcome, people were trying to stop the tragedy that happened to us; that people are still trying to stop even more tragedy.
It gives me hope.
If we both make it through this war, or if we meet again at some point during it, I hope I'll have the opportunity to shake your hand, buy you a drink, and have you share your story with me. I hope I'll have the opportunity to thank you in person.
Good luck, Robert Hawkins. We're all going to need it.