No One

The mission had been top-secret, but there was no hiding the fact that men had died. As commander of the mission, Jack O'Neill personally wrote letters to each fallen soldier's family. Freeman, Brown, Porro, and Reilly all had parents to notify. Some had wives, some had kids. It hurt to know that somewhere out there, a family was going to be told that one of their members was never coming home again.

He hesitated when he saw the last name on the list. Jackson. He knew the man wasn't dead, but he was effectively killed in action, and it wouldn't make sense to not write a letter to the civilian's family. He was never coming back either, after all.

Jack frowned at the man's file. Both parents listed as deceased, no siblings, no girlfriend, no wife or kids. His contact list was nothing more than a list of college initials. Was there no one to write to at all? No one to tell of Daniel's bravery, of his selfless sacrifice, nor even the fact that he saved thousands of lives without a thought for himself?

He sighed and gathered up the letters he'd written. No one on Earth, save four people, knew what had really happened to Daniel. Maybe there was no one else to tell now, but those four soldiers would never forget.