Personal Log, Reginald Luther Hafful, July 8, 1944

[Reginald Hafful 0]

It's been a while since Admiral Atragon has been missing. In the meantime, Captain Sovak and Commander Jami summoned the crew to the Admiral's room on this 20th century naval vessel appropriately named the U.S.S. Manticore. We were trying to figure out ways of escaping this "quantum leap". So far, we've been in the 19th, 31st, and 20th centuries, and have yet to return to the 24th.

 

Then, one idea intrigued many as well as myself: What if the spiders gave some sort of clue as to how we're trapped, as if we were trapped in a cosmic spider web? The solution, of course, was to stay still in order for an escape to be possible. This means no firing of weapons, no checking of logs, nothing, not even a single movement. I figured, I might as well write this personal log while I have the chance to do so.

 

There was, however, one person who disagreed with the plan. That was my nearest superior officer, Garnoopy. He argued the case that such an action of inaction would certainly yield to death via another attack.

 

In my opinion, death is just one of the realities that members of Starfleet face when joining. It's nothing different from any other Armed Forces, sometimes lives must be sacrificed. To be Vulcan, logic dictates that not going with this plan will not bring us home either. With deliberate inaction, we gives ourselves the opportunity to go home.

 

But, back to death. I understand my superior officer's concern. Death is a scary concept. But I know that there is a silver lining in the cloud that is death. For Christians, this silver lining is finally coming home to the Father God, the Son Jesus, and His Holy Spirit in Heaven. Now, I'm only an Ensign, and do not know the faiths of my comrades. I am only sharing mine. God Bless.