Rating: PG, death and remembrance
Disclaimer: Star Trek, its universe and
characters belongs to Paramount/Viacom. This poem belongs to me. I haven’t made a cent and I don’t intend to.
Scotty plays his bagpipes for the whole
crew once a year. It is a time
honoured tradition for our ship to pay respect
for all those who have
died in service of Starfleet or a planetary
Those who can come to the rec room do and
those who must remain on
duty listen to the ceremony piped through
the ships intercom.
Scotty always looks resplendent in Highland
Formal, with Kirk by his
side, both with several rows of medals showing
how many years they
have served and how well they have done
so. It is the one time of the
year in which I am honoured to wear my dress
uniform and the one time
in the year that I actually bother to stand
A wet behind the ears Petty Officer lowers
our Federation of Planets
flag to half mast and Scotty pauses in his
playing so that a Yeoman
can play Taps on a bugle. The civilian support
staff are all here, all
wearing their "goin' to church clothes,"
as my granny would put it.
The corner of honour is bedecked with framed
pictures of the fallen.
People who have died while serving on the
Enterprise. With those who
"went ahead" over the last year front and
centre. Rows and rows of
others behind them, each one looking like
a wet behind the ears kid to
This year we lost Kenny, a good man who
put himself between a pissed
off Chieftain's daughter with a knife and
Jim. Next to him is Terjam,
a young Andorian woman lost when a torpedo
hit our ship, just as the
shields she was working on sprung back up.
There's Jack and Daniel,
who died as they lived - together. There's
Sedge who did a kamikaze
run in the hopes of saving some villagers.
There are Henry, Calla, and
June, who died from a illness they contracted
on a planet we went to,
an illness I found the cure to too late.
I thought of them all as
friends and I miss them all.
Today I remember them and I honour their
sacrifice. They were all
proud to serve and all did their very best
while here on Enterprise
with us. Today I honour their sacrifice
of time and work, and I hope -
god how I hope, that their sacrifice wasn't
in vain. That all those
who died while serving Starfleet or some
other "we don't have a
military any more Bones. We have planetary
thing lived their lives well. For it is
what they did while they lived
that I remember now. I remember how they
were each and all "good
people." I remember their smiles and their
laughter, their anger, and
their tears. I remember their reluctance
to seek medical help and
their always being happy to see me as long
as I wasn't carrying a
hypo. I remember them. All of them are worth
That is why we're here today in the rec
room, listening to Scotty play
Amazing Grace on his bagpipes. We're pausing
to remember the fallen
and to be thankful for all those of our
friends who are still here to
serve. We're taking time to remember all
our friends on other ships
and making a wish that they'll stay safe.
We're vowing to do our best
always to serve with honour as all those
who died, died with honour.
When the music stops, I will go to the corner
of honour and pay my respects.
"I'll miss you my friends and I'm glad to
have known each and every
one of you. Till we meet again, I will remember."