So anyways... you get that we were close and all. When I was in high school, there was that war that started up with some of the colonies. Figured I didn't have anything else to do after school and I was always good at fighting, so I signed up and shipped off.

My dad... he was scared as hell to see his daughter going off to war, especially since I wanted to see the frontlines, but... he supported me. He knew I'd made up my mind, so he supported me the best he could. It was... hell. I was so damn young, and I'd never killed anyone, but I made it through... fuck, I got myself promoted for doing what I did. Hurt like hell though, probably screwed with me more than I figured. My dad was there for me again when things were hard... but... it...

[She pauses to take a breath.]