Jack of Harts

Cancer

by Medron Pryde on March 21, 2022 at 12:01 am

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The last week has been a long and tiring journey. Tests on Monday showed us that the old enemy is back in greater strength than we expected. But we found it quicker this time than last, and treatments have begun once more. The old cancer drugs have been brought back into action, though at reduced strength to keep the toxicity they bring to her heard at bay. And radiation treatments have been added to the mix as well, performed by one of the top radiation specialists in the world. New tests, new meetings, and new treatments have been the order of the last week, and mom is getting the best care and the best treatments on the planet. She has already noticeably improved over her condition last week, and I hope to see that trend continue in the days ahead.

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Drew

by Jack on March 20, 2022 at 12:01 am

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Drew Keawe was a native of Hawaii. She was also blonde-haired and blue-eyed. I kid you not. I can’t tell you if she was born that way or if she had some work done. There’s some things you just don’t ask a lady, doncha know. The point is that she was my kind of pretty and I was a free agent back then. I was totally interested, and I’m pretty certain I totally fanboyed myself all over her. Then our trainers put her under me in the table of organization. I do not know how our original commanders picked our ranks and positions, though I suspect they may have been testing us. I wanted a completely different position with her, you understand, but the military regs were pretty clear on what positions were allowed with subordinates. So we didn’t. I don’t know if we would have, but that ended any question right there. A part of me will always wonder how things could have turned out if we had. But we didn’t, The War progressed, and I pushed those thoughts and ideas out of my mind.

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Drew

by Jack on March 19, 2022 at 12:01 am

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Drew Keawe flew off Jesse’s wing when she served with us. A hula dancer from Hawaii and a farmer from Kansas were from different worlds for all practical matters, but they stuck together like glue from the beginning. It said good things about both of them that I never had a complaint from either about the other. I know there’s a record somewhere, but I can’t tell you how many battles they fought in as we sparred with the Chinese and the Shang around Earth. It was a lot. And it was before we started deploying drone fighters, so it was all her and him, protecting each other’s back. And the rest of us trying to protect them when they needed it. Drew was… I don’t know… I think she might have turned into a group mascot in time. She was the sister I think any of us would have died to protect.

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Drew

by Jack on March 18, 2022 at 12:01 am

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Drew Keawe was a real life first princess of the Star Kingdom of Hawaii. Not that we know she was a princess, you understand. She was just a famous hula dancer, so in probably one of our more uninspired ideas of all time, we nicknamed her Hula. Yeah. We were real smart back then. She accepted the name with good grace. And that really summed her up. Grace. She was graceful in everything, and I would swear that she somehow bottled joy and carried it around with her. She was impossible not to love, and she knew it. And she used that charm to spread joy wherever she could. And yes, she was real good at the hula dance. She was truly amazing, and she made everything better when she was around. And she made people want to be better. That is a true gift right there.

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Jesse

by Jack on March 17, 2022 at 12:01 am

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Jesse James has remained retired in the decades since War’s End, but he continues to consult on cases when needed. Sometimes he even assembles full teams to go and search out mysteries or conspiracies that have reached his ears. Sometimes I’ve been the fool who asked for his help on a particularly interesting case. He always grumps about it, but I can tell he’s happy to get off the farm for a while. And he’s always happier to return home when he’s done. That man will never forget where he came from, and where he wants to be as long as he lives. I envy him that certainty. He’s a good man, an awesome friend, and a downright amazing Cowboy. And I owe him my life more times than I can count, even with my boots off.