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by Dawn Underwood (Thunderbird)-Nighthawk Commando

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by  Dawn Underwood 

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"Do you, John, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have 
and to hold; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; so long 
as you both shall live?" 


"I do." He looked at Anna as the minister asked her the same questions. 
Under the white veil, shoulder length brown hair framed a perfectly 
proportioned face. She had large, beautiful green eyes that seemed to 
see directly into his soul. He could not keep anything from her, for 
which he was grateful. 


"I do," he heard her say. He turned to the tall dark haired man beside 
him. The man reached into the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket and 
pulled out a slender golden band. He looked at it before handing it to 
the groom.

 He took the ring and slipped it on her slender finger. 


"You may kiss the bride." 
As he took her in his arms, the world slowly dissolved to a time four 
years in the future. 


The phone rang. He walked across the living room to answer it. 



"Hello?" 


"Mr. Smith?" a voice said. "I'm afraid I have some bad news."


 
An accident? No, that wasn't possible. A bus hit her car? No, she 
couldn't be dead. No! Anna! 


He sat straight up in bed, bathed in sweat, hands trembling. He waited 
for the shaking to subside before getting out of the bed. He knew it was 
only a dream, but the memories of that time, a lifetime ago, were always 
disturbing. 


He walked out of the room and through the door. He quickly found Murdock 
standing watch.


"Couldn't sleep, Colonel?" 


"No, Captain, I couldn't. I'll take over. Go get some sleep." 



Murdock nodded and walked into the house, leaving Hannibal alone, in the 
darkness, with his memories.