<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/liam1_zps538bd928.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cpl. Alex Clark<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Canadian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Designated Marksman/Sniper<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Motor Pool<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lee, Choi, open<br/><br/>It had been a long trip back on the boat to North America. Despite the ups and downs ship-life provided, Alex was able to get some seriously needed shut-eye. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept so well, that first night on the ship. Storm or no storm, high waves or rough ride, it didn't matter to him as he had slept like a rock. He had spent the better part of the past several months sleeping with one eye open, alone, avoiding enemy and looters and who knows what else before finally hooking up with the Americans.<br/><br/>He had never been so happy to see the stars-and-stripes in his entire life.<br/><br/>His own unit, the 1st Canadian Brigade Group, 3rd Battalion, Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry Bravo Company was wiped out to a man - except one. Him. Whether it was divine intervention, the plan of the cosmos, or sheer luck, he didn't much care, he just knew he was alive and he planned to keep it that way.<br/><br/>Alex's first good night's sleep wasn't -exactly- perfect. Then nightmares continued - images of his comrades shredded, butchered and bloodied. Davis had simply disappeared - nothing left but his boots where he had stood before taking a direct hit - his feet still in them. Reynolds was still breathing when Alex had reached him, but he was bleeding so badly as he begged and pleaded with his last dying breath, tears rolling down his cheeks, for Alex to seek out his wife and kids and tell them that he loved them before he bled out in Alex's arms.<br/><br/>No, Alex didn't know why he had been spared, and part of him was still back there on that shitty patch of earth, dead, right alongside his brothers and sisters in arms.<br/><br/>But he had a new unit now. At least for the time-being, he had been 'adopted' into the 4/4 American, and for that Alex was grateful for two reasons: 1) They were going back to North America, and 2) He could understand what the hell they were saying. Even the limey that joined them could be understood, despite her accent. Most just assume Alex was just another American, until they got a closer inspection of his uniform, or he told them where he was from. How many Yanks had given them that thousand-mile blank stare and asked, "Where the hell is 'Red Deer, Alberta'?" He had lost count.<br/><br/>Alex frequently checked-up on the American soldier that had found him along the road-side, Sgt. Lee. Alex had lost count of the number of days he had been alone, and was running low on all his basic supplies. When he saw the hummer, he had hopes that it was a NATO vehicle of some kind and he hid off to the side of the road until he could make out some sort of markings. American. He decided then to take his chance, despite knowing that the driver could be from either side. Alex moved out to the road, flagged the vehicle down, and the rest was history.<br/><br/>Since then, he'd endured constant reminders from Sgt. Lee that Alex was in fact Canadian - as if Alex would forget it, as he proudly displayed his country badge on his left shoulder-sleeve all the time.<br/><br/>The mechanic was Choi, and it was obvious that Sgt. Lee had a 'thing' for her. More than once Alex had caught the man staring at the mechanic as if she were a fresh piece of meat, and who knew? Maybe she was one of the last women on the planet for all they knew.<br/><br/>Alex sat in the passenger seat of the hummer, door opened while he cleaned his weapons. Word was that they were close to getting off this floating tin-can, and he was looking forward to being one step closer to home. Sgt. Lee lay spread across the hood of the humvee, 'supervising' as he liked to call it as Choi labored beneath the hummer's engine compartment.<br/><br/>"Thirty minutes, Sergeant," Alex said. "Should we head there early for good seats, or what?" he asked.