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arrow_of_apollo160 - What song best describes your life?
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How do I want to be remembered?
I don't want to be the kind of person who imagines that he'll get a mention when some Oracle down the line decides to turn these events into something in a scroll. Although with everything that's happened and all the unbelievable things that President Roslin was able to glean out of Pythia, you have to wonder. Did I get this callsign for a reason? Did fate have something to do with it? Or was it really just my Flight Instructor making fun of me?
What will it say? Will it just be a footnote at the bottom of a journal: Colonial Fleet Officers Register records that Lieutenant (formerly Captain) Lee Adama, callsign "Apollo", CF formerly CFR, perished in the Battle of the Resurrection Ship. Or will someone actually have something to say about it?
And as I find myself watching that battle, watching the flying slivers of metal, their surfaces briefly illuminated by ambient starlight, turning into seconds-long clouds of escaped air and vapor and metal fragments and ignited gases... why don't I give a frak?
Lieutenant (formerly Captain)
I wasn't soldier enough for Admiral Cain. I wasn't a tin man, wasn't enough of a killer, wasn't the man she wanted leading the squadron... leading people into battle and into this. The man she wanted was Kara. I was demoted, the position of CAG handed to Kara, too. Less of a soldier, less of a man.
Lee Adama
I try my best to keep living in the first word, but the second word seems to be the one that keeps sneaking up on me and taking over it all.
callsign "Apollo"
Same thing. I was supposed to get a soldier's name, a badge-- a sword and a shield to carry into battle. I got the word "son of".
CF formerly CFR
That's right. Before all this happened, before the world ended, I didn't even really want to be this, whoever this is, whatever this is.
perished in the Battle of the Resurrection Ship
I had to eject, had to punch out. And even then, I'm still dying... dying molecule by molecule of oxygen that leaks out of my suit. I lost my ship, I'm sorry, Dad. I broke the Laura, I'm sorry, Chief. I can hear you but I can't make myself answer, I'm sorry, Dee. You're about to walk into hell and die like the man I'm supposed to be, I'm sorry, Kara.
I'm sorry, but it feels so much better to sink and let it all wash over me and go silent.
And I want to scream in sadness when I hear Racetrack.
"He's all right. He's a little shaken. But I say again, Apollo is all right."
Let them think what they want to think. I died. And for a moment, it was quiet.
Tell my father that his son
Didn't run, or surrender
That I bore his name with pride
As I tried to remember
You are judged by what you do
While passing through
As I rest 'neath fields of green
Let him lean on your shoulder
Tell him how I spent my youth
So the truth could grow older
Tell my father when you can
I was a man
Tell him we will meet again
Where the angels learn to fly
Tell him we will meet as men
For with honor did I die
Tell him how I wore the Blue
Proud and true through the fire
Tell my father so he'll know
I love him so
Tell him how we wore the blue
Proud and true like he taught us
Tell my father not to cry
Then say goodbye
(("Tell My Father"
From The Civil War
Music by Frank Wildhorn, Lyrics by Jack Murphy))
(477, not including lyrics)
((Private, locked from all))
How do I want to be remembered?
I don't want to be the kind of person who imagines that he'll get a mention when some Oracle down the line decides to turn these events into something in a scroll. Although with everything that's happened and all the unbelievable things that President Roslin was able to glean out of Pythia, you have to wonder. Did I get this callsign for a reason? Did fate have something to do with it? Or was it really just my Flight Instructor making fun of me?
What will it say? Will it just be a footnote at the bottom of a journal: Colonial Fleet Officers Register records that Lieutenant (formerly Captain) Lee Adama, callsign "Apollo", CF formerly CFR, perished in the Battle of the Resurrection Ship. Or will someone actually have something to say about it?
And as I find myself watching that battle, watching the flying slivers of metal, their surfaces briefly illuminated by ambient starlight, turning into seconds-long clouds of escaped air and vapor and metal fragments and ignited gases... why don't I give a frak?
Lieutenant (formerly Captain)
I wasn't soldier enough for Admiral Cain. I wasn't a tin man, wasn't enough of a killer, wasn't the man she wanted leading the squadron... leading people into battle and into this. The man she wanted was Kara. I was demoted, the position of CAG handed to Kara, too. Less of a soldier, less of a man.
Lee Adama
I try my best to keep living in the first word, but the second word seems to be the one that keeps sneaking up on me and taking over it all.
callsign "Apollo"
Same thing. I was supposed to get a soldier's name, a badge-- a sword and a shield to carry into battle. I got the word "son of".
CF formerly CFR
That's right. Before all this happened, before the world ended, I didn't even really want to be this, whoever this is, whatever this is.
perished in the Battle of the Resurrection Ship
I had to eject, had to punch out. And even then, I'm still dying... dying molecule by molecule of oxygen that leaks out of my suit. I lost my ship, I'm sorry, Dad. I broke the Laura, I'm sorry, Chief. I can hear you but I can't make myself answer, I'm sorry, Dee. You're about to walk into hell and die like the man I'm supposed to be, I'm sorry, Kara.
I'm sorry, but it feels so much better to sink and let it all wash over me and go silent.
And I want to scream in sadness when I hear Racetrack.
"He's all right. He's a little shaken. But I say again, Apollo is all right."
Let them think what they want to think. I died. And for a moment, it was quiet.
Tell my father that his son
Didn't run, or surrender
That I bore his name with pride
As I tried to remember
You are judged by what you do
While passing through
As I rest 'neath fields of green
Let him lean on your shoulder
Tell him how I spent my youth
So the truth could grow older
Tell my father when you can
I was a man
Tell him we will meet again
Where the angels learn to fly
Tell him we will meet as men
For with honor did I die
Tell him how I wore the Blue
Proud and true through the fire
Tell my father so he'll know
I love him so
Tell him how we wore the blue
Proud and true like he taught us
Tell my father not to cry
Then say goodbye
(("Tell My Father"
From The Civil War
Music by Frank Wildhorn, Lyrics by Jack Murphy))
(477, not including lyrics)
