Man on an island, day 362

I pull the skeleton out from under the wreckage. He was an army pilot judging by his clothing. I find his dog tags, Colonel Ryan Sanders from Fort Benning Georgia. I put them around my neck- I will return these to your family one day, this I promise you. I start digging a shallow grave for the pilot a short distance away and I mark the grave with a small wooden cross. This seems so unfair, he will never see his wife or daughter ever again if he has any. He died alone here in the middle of nowhere and I wonder what his last thoughts were. I head back to the plane to pick up Belatrix and a few items that I'll be able to carry. Well young lady, I think we have had enough adventure for some time, lets head on home. I just hope my home is still standing and intruder free! We head off and the jungle embraces us again...