Author's Note: So we all know Danny didn't make it home alive at the end of Pearl Harbor, but what if Rafe hadn't?

Disclaimer: I do not own Pearl Harbor!

"Danny!" I scream running as fast as I ever have for Danny's plane. I find him sitting, propped up against his plane.

"Rafe…I got something I my neck." He tells me, his voice coated with pain.

"Hold on," I tell him as I pull out the piece of metal. Just as I remove the metal from his neck I'm hit over the head with a gun.

I fall on the ground, the pain in my skull is the worst I've ever felt. I struggle on the ground as a Jap soldier bounds my feet, the rope cutting into my skin, most likely going to leave a permanent scar. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I see them binding Danny. I reach for the gun that is only an arms length away from me. I pick it up carefully and quickly shoot down the Jap who was binding Danny.

Suddenly all guns are pointed at me. I know its over, I'm going to die. I hear the gunshot and feel the bullet pierce my stomach. The pain is unbearable. Two more bullets hit me, and I know I'm done. I know I can't make a deal with God this time, I know it's over.

I don't know who does it, but suddenly gunshots ring out and a grenade goes off and the Japs are gone. Danny comes over to me and unties my legs. I don't know who untied him but someone must have.

"Danny…" I choke. "I'm not…not goanna make it."

"Oh yes you are Rafe." Danny tells me matter-of-factly.

"No Danny…it's over." I tell him.

"Rafe…you're a real hero." Danny tells me.

"So are you Danny." I tell him knowing he'll want to hear it too. "Land of the free…"

As I slip into nothingness I hear Danny finish, "Home of the brave."

Those are the last words I hear before leaving this world.