Lieutenant Wallace had just come off duty and was looking forward to taking it easy for a little while. He walked into his quarters and went over to the replicator and ordered coffee and then sat down on the couch in his quarters and streyched out. It was dead quite in his quarters, and that's how he liked it. He then started to remember something from the stillness. He shut his eyes and saw he was back on AR-558, and it was the last battle of that campaign led by then Captain Sisko. He had help placed mines all over the valley from their postion. Richard was back at base camp readying his phaser rifle for the coming attack. Then, out of nowhere, came this music played by Sisko's doctor. It was quite comforting music. Then, when it was over, the screams of the Jem'Hadar came. Wallace opened his eyes and looked around and saw he was not on that planet. He felt pain in his heart. Damn it.
He got up and left his quarters and went to the turbolift and said, "Deck ten." He looked down at the floor and saw in his mind fellow officers die.
The turbolift came to a halt and Wallace stepped off. He walked into the Days End Lounge and saw it was busy. Richard walked up to the bar and saw Lazarus Kox and ordered a beer.
Richard went over and sat down in the corner table and drank his beer; his mind was heavy on the battles he fought, his whole career.
Then came Yeoman Harper and sat in front of Lieutenant Wallace. This kind of threw him off some what. "Well, sir, I finished our findings on the T'rais. Do you care to check it, sir?" She placed a PADD on the table in front of Richard.
He took it and read it and was pleased with her work. "Very well done, crewman."
"Thank you, sir. Mind if I ask you something, sir?"
Richard was a little interested. He nodded his head.
"I have checked your service record. Is it true you have been in 123 different battles, in 17 years?"
"Yes. What is the real question, yeoman."
"Sir, teach me how to fight. I aim to get home alive in one piece."
Richard felt at ease being asked to do something to help someone survive combat. "All right. We'll meet here at 1900 hours along with two other crewmates who will be trained as tactical officers in case something happens to us."
Lucy smiled and said, "Sir, I'll be here ready and waiting."
Richard gave smile and walked out of the lounge. Now is the time to put the past away and teach these young, inexperienced crewmates mistakes not to make.