Dad was a genuine Space Marine for a century, and he did his best to live up to the reputation of the Corps. There were a rather large number of brothers and sisters in the mix before I was a twinkle in Mom’s eye. Some families would make a point of calling them half-siblings, but ours didn’t. Even the youngest were grown adults when I was young, so they were more like aunts and uncles to me. I saw them at reunions and holidays, and they’d come by to visit sometimes. Mom always had a guest room set up for them. Two once Dad helped me build my own little home away from home. They were always welcome, but they never stayed long. They had their own lives. Jobs and professions that always wanted them back as soon as possible. Dad didn’t have lazy kids.