There's not much point making friends in the service.
Still, I had one...
once.
Can't say as I remember his face...
or come to think of it, even his name.
But what's in a name?
What I do know is that he went on shore leave,
that very first stop
to see the local...
flora and fauna,
the vegetation.
Or maybe it was to take in the local culture.
Learn the science of their ways...
That endless quest to see the Face of God,
most often, reflected within.
Of course, sometimes the wonder and grandeur of it all
is right there on the surface.
I like it better that way.
Easier to see...
Either way, after he walked out that door,
I never saw him again.
Pity.
He'd have made a good officer.
Man, I sure do miss that droid...
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