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Pitching In

Posted on Sun Apr 18th, 2010 @ 8:59pm by Lieutenant Kriss Maxx

What a mess were in, people everywhere some have dies some have been critically wounded. Starbase 611 has gone and at such a cost. I'm on the Genisis and I'm heading down to Sickbay to help out and do what I can. Kriss's painful and irritating small voice is still there in the background and I've lost the hypospray that I was going to use on him. Still there is always Roark Nor, for now I ill just have to put up with him. A poem comes to mind that to me will be a memory of 611 and all that have served on her.

SHE IS GONE


You can shed tears that she is gone

Or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her

Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember her and only that she is gone

Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back

Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

 

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