Happy Mothers Day to everyone. We all have a mother. Every one of us. Dead or alive, here or on the other side of the world, we all have a mother. Think about her. Pray for her. Talk to her. Spend time with her. Say Happy Mothers Day to her. Make sure she knows how much you love her. You never know how many more chances you’ll get to do that.
Lots of people have publicly speculated about the nature of my and Kathleen Reynolds’ relationship during The War. And later as well. They are not veiled at all. Now part of it I understand. There’s the personality I project, and the one she inhabits like a second skin, and we really do get along like a house on fire. And fighting a War together tends to break down a lot of barriers. There’s no such thing as a private bedroom when you’re out fighting on some God-forsaken rock. You shut your eyes wherever you find a flat piece of ground or a good tree, and you wake up a few hours later. Sometimes someone’s laying up against you for warmth, or for shelter, or whatever. Yeah. We slept together. A lot. But she was the perfect wingman when I faced my deepest fears and told Julie and Alex what they meant to me. She bled to save them that day. She loves those girls and would never do anything to hurt them. I guess that’s another reason I love her.
I fought with Kathleen Reynolds all the way to War’s End. And yes, that does include the Hyades Heart. She was there at the end of it all, when we found out what we had fought the better part of two decades for. She was at my side that day, just as she had been at so many others before. And so many after as well. I swear she has a nose for trouble, and she jumps in with both feet when it comes. Again and again and again, if you compiled a list of all the greatest hits of the Hyades Campaign, you would find her name there again and again and again. And the picture next to her name would have the smile of the head cheerleader who kissed the quarterback on prom night. Fearless. Brassy. Victorious. Flippant. Sexy. Crazy. She was all that and a box of chocolates.
Kathleen Reynolds fought under me throughout The War. I walked with her on more planets than I count with my boots on, and we brought law and justice to millions of people. Maybe billions. We fought in space, we fought in the skies, we fought on the ground, and we fought the law when the law was wrong. And let me tell you, those Chinese had a lot of wrong laws they enforced on the Hyades colonists. Katy was right there with me as we bulldozed those laws, and the unspoken laws behind them. She brought books to children, and constitutions to adults. She fought the battle of ideas and brought light to people that didn’t even realize there was a light out there. And she braved the people who wanted her burned at the stake for bringing those forbidden ideas to their worlds. She was fearless, and she never stopped.
We Cowboys were working with the aliens when Kathleen Reynolds joined the Cowboys. I was happy to work with them because they were helping us take the fight to our enemies. Katy wanted to work with them because she had always wanted to meet them. She had spent most of her adult life getting into places where she could meet them. All those parties? The decades of time in the Space Force on the outer reaches of human space? She wanted to meet aliens. And when given the chance, she jumped at the opportunity to join a fighter squadron that was actively working with them. There are so many layers to that girl. I absolutely love her. And I have never regretted fighting at her side. Well. Almost never. I mean… there’s been some crazy times. And Katy sure does love her some good crazy times. But I guess I do too.
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