Dad retired some decades before The War and came home with a grand spanking new wife to show off to his family. Technically his first and only wife, and absolutely the first girl he settled down for. They spent a few years touring the various Carter, Hansen, Christensen, and other sen family homes all over Earth and beyond. Going fishing with his brothers, cousins, and such. Spending time with his mama. All the things a man that has served for the better part of two centuries needs to do to slow back down and rejoin the world he left behind when he signed his life on the dotted line. And Mom was just the kind of partner he needed to help. She held him through the hard nights. She walked at his side through the bright days. She saved him.
Dad officially retired from the Marine Corps over a century before The War. Not that anyone really stops being a Marine you understand, but there’s paperwork and all the official stuff that says you don’t work for Uncle Sam anymore. He officially spent the next century traveling all over the worlds and seeing the sights. He was actually working for the Cybernetic Council, doing all kinds of things that really shouldn’t be public knowledge. More interesting places and people and the like. What can I say? He did things and saw people, and a lot of good people are alive today because of it. And a fair number of the bad ones aren’t. He always tried to make the worlds better when he left. That’s what he told me while I was growing up. That was the real mission.
Dad officially served in the United States Marine Corps for a century back in the day. It was not official AT ALL that he worked for the AI Council most of that time. Now the Cybernetic Council. He was one of Dixie’s special agents. He went to a lot of interesting places, interacted with interesting people, and did interesting things. All of them classified. Most of them still top secret. And many never had a report suggesting his involvement. He was a secret agent man. Allegedly. Not that he ever talked about it. It was another life. One he did not share with me as I as growing up. I only learned about it when fighting during The War. Some of his previous adventures may have come up in conversation with people who were there. Allegedly.
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.
Dad was the first of three kids Grandma Carter popped out back in the day. He grew up hunting wild animals all over the world with his aunt and uncle. Yes. “Those Dang Carter Twins.” And when he was old enough to charm his way into the United States Armed Forces he followed his other uncle into the Marine Corps. Yes. He was a genuine Space Marine back when there were fewer people on Mars than world leaders back on Earth. And he did his best to live up to all the stereotypes thereof. Every. Single. One. He didn’t talk about it much when I was young. It was a previous life for him. A life he hoped very dearly I would not have to follow him into. The War changed all that.
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