And in the end...

Sometimes he believed in a Heaven, mostly he believed in a Heaven; there ought to be a Heaven for young soldiers, especially young soldiers, but just as surely for the old soldier; there ought to be more than just that metallic end, and then silence, then the worms, and sometimes he believed, mostly he believed, but just this moment he did not believe at all...

Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels

The book is done. I'm going to go watch Mal's heart break. Again.



(Edit: Ya know, Capt'n Sheridan had a damn nice pair 'a space pants goin' too... Yes, I am that shallow.)