McCain : A Concentration Camp, Vietnam.
He gets thrown into a dirty cell with water dripping from a pipe overhead into a corner. The Vietnamese soldier backs out and locks the door. In the center is his maverick friend. McCain scrambles up to make sure he's Okay. "Hngngh...McCain" "
Joe America? Joe, you alright my friend?"
"No, McCain... I'mm.. dying."
"NO JOE AMERICA, YOU HAVE TO SURVIVE"
"I'm sorry, True Maverick...I'm sorry"
Joe America's last breath escapes his chapped lips. McCain, hand shaking, reaches down and his fingers touch Joe America's eye-lids. They move down, as his eye-lids conceal the bloodshot eyes of Joe America. McCain looks up at the ceiling, camera shifts down on him
" NOOOOOOOOOO, IF ONLY I WERE PRESIDENT. THIS WAR WOULD NEVER OF HAPPENED"
November 5, 2008. 4 AM
McCain, now a withered old man stands on the balcony of his home. In his hand is a Magnum pistol with one bullet loaded. A tear is shed and drips down his over-sized cheek. In the distance, as stars begin to disappear they from Joe America's face. McCain's hand trembles as he shifts the pistol to the side of his temple, slightly angled to the center of his head
"I'm sorry, Joe. I'm sorry. "
A gunshot rings through the night.