How can a man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers and the temples of his gods? Is it possible to miss a place you’ve never been, to mourn a time you’ve never lived? I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. I’ve seen an attack fleet burn like a match and disappear. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain…