One last word from me, my so-called comrades. My time as a soldier of our glorious Coalition has come to an end. This have been interesting experience, despite all the dangers that I have put myself into. But the more I fought, the more I started to realise that at some point I will fall. Dont get me wrong, I am not afraid of death or anything. Well... not more than anyone would be. But what shall I leave behind when I'll perish? At some point in life, woman should step down from her dreams, fights or goals and do what the nature has ordered us to. To leave an offspring.
I am not getting younger over time and in my twenty-seven I should step down from all the adrenaline and flames that surrounds us before it is not too late to bring new life into this world. Hah, I sound like my husband now... All poetry and stuff.
So yes, we have married two months ago when we have learned that I am pregnant. With all the problems the Coalition has faced lately we couldn't have made a proper ceremony or a Honeymoon. I am sure Dmitry now somewhere far in the Omicrons, fighting Core. As the man in the family it is now his duty to protect his wife and his child. I havent worked much in the last month, mostly it was the typical paper work for Commissariat. Today I have made my last patrol around Omega 52 as a ritual and returned my ship to the Army. From now on I shall live a life of a typical mother - raising a child, making dinner for my husband and keeping the house clean. Pretty fun, huh?
I shall always remember the days we were flying, even if mostly I have done lone patrols. When my child will grow up, I will be too old to return to the service. Plus, Dmitry already is talking about making a second child once first one grows up to go to school. So this was the last time you have seen me flying. But don't be strangers and come visit me once in a while. I will be surely happy to hear your stories. More tales to tell to my baby when it will be asking for a story untill bed.
Good luck in your battles! Long live the Coalition!