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     Cmdr. J. Darek Smith |
TO: Dr. Amanda Yenah Smith, M.D., Daystrom Institute Advanced Research Division, Luna, Sector 001, Milky Way Galaxy FROM: Cmdr. Julius Darek Smith, Executive Officer, U.S.S. Coronado NCC-97901, Task Force 85.3, Reor'sa, M64 Galaxy RE: I'm Still Here Hey baby, As you may know, based on whaterver reports and information were sent through ahead of time, Stirling and the rest of the Task Group survived what appeared to be our destruction while on a dangerous and highly classified mission. I wish I could tell you more, but then they'd have to kill me. I doubt that you can write me back. By the time this letter reaches you, the rift we've managed to open from where we are to home will likely have closed. Not that I really expect you to respond. I got the impression that you said all you had to say two years ago, the last time I saw you. God, I still remember that night. Your hair. Your smile. Your eyes. You were perfect. Like always. Whenever I think back to those days, to the times when we were happiest, I still see you standing there as you were that last night we were together. I've missed you and the kids so much these past two years. I know that you've probably thought us dead, and to hear from me after all this time isn't going to be easy, for any of you. But you have to know that I still love you. And it's because I still love you that I'm transmitting the completed and signed divorce documents for you. I don't doubt that this makes little difference now, but it's a sign of how much I still love you. I'm granting you that final request. My dear, from the first time we met, those thirty years ago, I knew that I loved you. I don't know when, if ever, we'll come home. But know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart. I've attached letters to Mom, my brothers, and the kids. Make sure they get to them, please. I know they'll want to know that I'm alive and well. Also, I hate to tell you this now, but Stirling was destroyed. We lost a lot of good people that day, and my friends - OUR friends - were just a handful amongst the thousands. We've been fighting a war over here, and I'm not sure it's over yet. Amanda, say a prayer for us. We might be coming home some day, and most of us would like to make it there in something other than a photon torpedo casing. I'd better sign off, now. Our file sizes are limited because of the sheer number of transmissions. Take care, my love. And always remember, I'm still here. -Darek |