Lieutenant Joseph Beckett would sit in his office, reading the letter to the army. After he finished said letter he would just stare at the door for minutes, almost expecting the deceased general to walk in as he sometimes did. After minutes of silently staring at the door his head would fall, his gaze meeting his desk. Being alone in his trusted office, his eyes would water and he would let the tears freely fall.
The aging officer would remember that day nearly fifty years ago when he stepped into the generals office after his conscription. The general was just a captain back then and the talk that followed had changed his life. He would think about it often, but now with the man gone, he just had to remember it. The man would finally lift up his head to stare at the ceiling, as if he could almost see the deceased generals spirit "You were always my captain, my general, the man I would follow without question. Now you're gone and the bright light on top of the ISA is gone..." the man would take a deep breath before muttering again "I meant the words I said during pay. I hope you find your well earned rest in the Seven Skies. I will join you one day..." The mourning man would then grab a cup and a bottle of wine, serving himself a cup of wine, which was maybe odd, given the man usually never drank any alcoholic beverages... He would recall many of the moments he had experienced with the general in the past fifty years, silently mourning the man he so greatly respected.