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167 - Write about disappointment or disillusion.
It took me almost twenty full minutes to do it.
I understood my duty, and what it meant now that my circumstances had changed so greatly. But that didn't stop it from being difficult. That didn't stop it from feeling like I was letting go of a part of myself. It was willingly, sure. Even if I wasn't required by protocol and by the orders of my superior officer, I still would have volunteered to do it, both out of pure common sense about the necessity of the thing and by what I would consider the right course of action in regards to the fleet and the Galactica's command structure.
But damn, were those little frakking rank pins hard to give back.
( A place to stand )
(888, not counting dialogue quotes)
It took me almost twenty full minutes to do it.
I understood my duty, and what it meant now that my circumstances had changed so greatly. But that didn't stop it from being difficult. That didn't stop it from feeling like I was letting go of a part of myself. It was willingly, sure. Even if I wasn't required by protocol and by the orders of my superior officer, I still would have volunteered to do it, both out of pure common sense about the necessity of the thing and by what I would consider the right course of action in regards to the fleet and the Galactica's command structure.
But damn, were those little frakking rank pins hard to give back.
( A place to stand )
(888, not counting dialogue quotes)
