Dear Marcus,
I’m alive. I sent a letter to Mom already to circulate but I know things take a while to bounce back out from home, so here’s hoping you get one of these before you worry too much.
I don’t think there’s any chance you don’t know what happened at DS-13, so I’ll spare me the details if that’s alright. I was ordered away from my post and evacuated not long after the shooting started. Not a scratch on me.
It feels like there’s got to be a ledger someplace for this stuff, some epic holy balance sheet where all injuries get recorded. What happened at DS13 has to have a minimum quota of damage, right? But I can’t help thinking it should have been more evenly distributed. Maybe if it had been more people would have made it. I could’ve broken an arm or gotten burned and someone else might have been able to make it to a shuttle
Whoever organized this disaster did a really shitty job.
Nazair says for every good reason there is for your boss to tell you the truth, there’s a better one to lie. I’m not getting good vibes from the SFC right now. They’ve got no plan of action to deal with the people who attacked us, or to rebuild the base, or to do much of anything except lick their wounds and tell us over and over that we need to be team players. Every time I hear that now I want to punch an admiral right in the pips. Anyone who thinks we need to be reminded that we have to work together right now is not in touch with the goddamned team.
Nazair was on the ninth release of the KIA list. Don’t tell Mom. I can handle just about anything right now except her sympathy. I’m just about full up on sympathy.
Love,
Olivia