Chapter 15Aday later I sat at my makeshift desk on the space station. Thefunerals for our department comrades were scheduled for later intheday. We would give them a proper send-off. In our squad, our smallelite group, every soldier becomes a part of you. Their deaths aretragic and heart-rending. That’s another reason why I believed itwas time for retirement. There were just so many deaths you couldtake without the battles taking too much of an emotional toll onyou.If you live a long time, all your friends make the trip to thecemetery. The friends you have known for twenty, thirty, forty andfifty years are gone and you miss them. I suppose it’s the sametype of emotional toll a soldier feels, but the emotions are deeperwhen it’s a man or woman who has put his life on the line for you.You kn
