Burial

A glint of silver reflects off the dog tags clenched in his fist as he stands over the crude graves. All three, brutally executed five thousand years before they ever joined the war, killed in a desperate attempt to aid Earth's independence from the Goa'uld.

He's made arrangements to have their advanced equipment destroyed when he finally dies. He won't live forever, although it has seemed that way quite a lot over the past nine years, and he doesn't think he wants to Ascend again once he is done.

He almost wishes he hadn't been spared in the first place.