This is my tribute to General Hammond/Don S. Davis. You'll be missed. Thank you for bringing the Gentleman General of Texas to us.

It had been a long time since she'd cried so hard. And for so long.

Since … her Dad, in fact. And Janet before that.

So much loss in the last few years and yet, amidst that loss, he'd always been there. Her favorite General, favorite CO, favorite would-be uncle.

And all-around good guy.

"God; I'll miss him," Daniel declared suddenly.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed quietly. "He was a fine leader, a noble warrior, and had a proud heart."

Teal'c was no longer the taciturn Jaffa he'd once been – something had evidently happened during the fifty years only he remembered on the Odyssey.

Behind her, Sam could hear Jack cough and shuffle awkwardly. Then he snickered slightly. "And the patience of a saint."

To have put up with me all these years. He didn't have to add that – Sam knew that General Hammond had displayed considerable latitude toward Jack's antics for over seven years. Hammond's command style had leaned towards 'Get the best, trust the hell out of them, and kick their asses when they screw up'.

God, she'd loved that man.

Had anyone ever told George Hammond all these wonderful things about himself when he was still alive? Unlikely.

She sniffed back the fresh tears that welled up then laid the fresh daisies at the marker.

"I'll miss you, George," she said.

Her friends made their offerings before leaving the graveyard silently.

"Sam; we're going back to mine to toast ol' George," Jack said, clasping her shoulder briefly. "You coming?"

"Yeah," Sam said, smiling at her friend. She kneeled down and pressed a gentle hand to the marker. "Goodbye, General Hammond. It was an honor."

George Sherman Hammond

1942-2008

Grandfather

Soldier

Artist

Departed too soon and sorely missed.

A/N: I made up George's middle name - couldn't have a gravestone without one.