Ode to My Husband

Posted on Sat Mar 7th, 2020 @ 12:42am by Lieutenant Commander Elizabeth Yamaguchi-Solusar & Lieutenant Commander Kameron "Foehammer" Solusar-Yamaguchi

Mission: Mission 67: In The Service of Life and the Living
Location: Various Locations - USS Dreamcrusher
Timeline: 1900Hrs - March 19th, 2392

Lieutenant JG Elizabeth Yamaguchi smiled as she finished writing the poem she wished to write for her husband. Kameron however didn't know that his wife was working on this work of art as he was in the next room doing classroom work as Commander McKnight had stuck in the request that Lieutenant Yamaguchi test out to become the ships new Chief of Science as he had held the position with distinction during what was now becoming known as 'The Spartan Incident.'

Elizabeth meanwhile had taken up the martial arts again, she wasn't as fit as she used to be when she was younger but she was still quite dangerous. So she had opted to go back and be taught as a white belt and now she was advancing quickly through her training as she was sinking a great deal of time into it as now it was something she wanted to learn and master.

Yamaguchi read over the end results of her handiwork, a smile graced her lips as she was truly happy to call this work finished and ready to be presented to her husband but she would wait until he was finished with his classwork which he did more then he did being on duty.
Elizabeth tapped the save buttom.

The works read as followed


Please, let him be soft.

I know you made him
with gunmetal bones
and wolf’s teeth.
I know you made him to be
a warrior
a soldier
a hero.

But even gunmetal can warp
and even wolf’s teeth can dull
and I do not want to see him break
the way old and worn and overused things do.

I do not want to see him go up in flames
the way all heroes end up martyrs.

I know that you will tell me
that the world needs him.
The world needs his heart
and his faith
and his courage
and his strength
and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his–
The world needs anything he will give them.

Damn the world,
and damn you too.
Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,
damn anyone that ever took anything from him,
damn anyone that ever prayed to his name.
You know that he will give them everything
until there is nothing left of him
but the imprint of dust
where his feet once trod.
You know that he will bear the world like Atlas
until his shoulders collapse
and his knees buckle
and he is crushed by all he used to carry.

Dear God,
you have already made an Atlas.
You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules.
You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son.
You have already made so many heroes,
and you can make another again.
You can have your pick of heroes.

So please, I beg you–
he is all that I have,
and you have so many heroes
and the world has so many more.
Let him be soft,
and let him be mine.

—Please, let him be happy


Yamaguchi smiled. She wasn't sure why she had written bit but she wanted to say something simple and this was telling, even she could see it as she slipped the PADD back into the deck drawer where she had kept it.