Hello, my name is Jack

by on November 17, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Most Veterans got to enjoy the celebrations of War’s End, but we Cowboys, and the other Ageless, got truncated real quick.  It started when the media asked how someone scarred by twenty years of War could be trusted in normal society with a deadly weapon.  They provided a platform for “experts” to demand the confiscation of our weapons, our ships, and even our partners.  The War was over after all.  What need did we have for weapons?

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on November 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

It’s amazing really, just how short an attention span people can have.  Realty shows bracketed by one-minute news reports simply don’t provide for an informed citizenry.  And when the news cycles can be measured in days, today’s heroes who fought in the greatest battles of the Hyades can be tomorrow’s forgotten figments of imagination.  They tried to make the people forget us.  They almost succeeded.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on November 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Most Veterans got to enjoy the celebrations of War’s End, but we Cowboys, and the other Ageless, got truncated real quick.  It started when the media asked how someone scarred by twenty years of War could be trusted in normal society with a deadly weapon.  They provided a platform for “experts” to demand the confiscation of our weapons, our ships, and even our partners.  The War was over after all.  What need did we have for weapons?

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on November 15, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I arrived late to the celebration at Old New York.  I was late enough that I did not have time to celebrate at all.  My guide never arrived.  That was my first clue that while The War was over, we would not yet know peace.  It is the lot in life for Veterans to always have problems with that notion.  We fight, and then we are forgotten.  To their credit, America tried to remember the Veterans.  But it is hard to remember a warrior, when you try to forget The War.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on November 14, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I remember the celebration at Old New York like it was yesterday.  I found myself with old friends, some of the few who survived the fall of Yosemite.  They held me together.  Well, they say that we held each other together, but they were always stronger than me.  Don’t trust them if they say anything different.  They met me in Old New York and we celebrated the fact that we still lived.  Not that we won.  Just that we lived.  It was a really awesome night.

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