12-31-2024, 11:52 PM
== Just a short one tonight, obviously. HNY 
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To Callan’s delight Beno agreed to join his toast. Her mention of other cultures that have similar practices reminded him of something his mother said to him when he was a child.
They were attending a memorial in San Francisco to those lost when the Breen had attacked in the Dominion War. Callan was only six and didn’t really understand why they were there. ‘Did we know these people?’ he asked as both his parents stood at attention. ‘I knew a few, but that’s not the point son' his mother said in a hushed voice, 'One thing that everybody in the galaxy has in common with each other is that they have loved ones, family, friends, and they miss them when they’re gone. That makes us just the same, and we should respect their loss as our loss too. But if we think about those loved ones, then they stay with us in an important way.’ Now he was out here in space surrounded by all these different peoples, it made a lot of sense.
He remembered his mother, his father, and his more recently departed grandfather, and pictured them taking part in this same Hogmanay ritual each year. He thought about his grandmother who was staying with his best friend in Edinburgh, they would be raising this toast in Rosie's pub too.
"I would love to do a toast with you, I have quite a few people I like to honor." Beno said, bringing him back to the present.
“That’s grand.” he grinned and picked up his glass, raised it in the air.
“Well to you and all on your starship, and all the crew on the USS Yeager wherever they may be, to friends and family no longer with us…
A guid New Year tae yin an a’, and lang may ye lum reek.” he said in a louder voice, finishing with the traditional words for a Scottish Hogmanay toast. He then downed the whisky in one and put the empty glass down on the bar counter.
== Tag Beno, and Troy too if you like
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==To Callan’s delight Beno agreed to join his toast. Her mention of other cultures that have similar practices reminded him of something his mother said to him when he was a child.
They were attending a memorial in San Francisco to those lost when the Breen had attacked in the Dominion War. Callan was only six and didn’t really understand why they were there. ‘Did we know these people?’ he asked as both his parents stood at attention. ‘I knew a few, but that’s not the point son' his mother said in a hushed voice, 'One thing that everybody in the galaxy has in common with each other is that they have loved ones, family, friends, and they miss them when they’re gone. That makes us just the same, and we should respect their loss as our loss too. But if we think about those loved ones, then they stay with us in an important way.’ Now he was out here in space surrounded by all these different peoples, it made a lot of sense.
He remembered his mother, his father, and his more recently departed grandfather, and pictured them taking part in this same Hogmanay ritual each year. He thought about his grandmother who was staying with his best friend in Edinburgh, they would be raising this toast in Rosie's pub too.
"I would love to do a toast with you, I have quite a few people I like to honor." Beno said, bringing him back to the present.
“That’s grand.” he grinned and picked up his glass, raised it in the air.
“Well to you and all on your starship, and all the crew on the USS Yeager wherever they may be, to friends and family no longer with us…
A guid New Year tae yin an a’, and lang may ye lum reek.” he said in a louder voice, finishing with the traditional words for a Scottish Hogmanay toast. He then downed the whisky in one and put the empty glass down on the bar counter.
== Tag Beno, and Troy too if you like
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