"The Bitterness of Tomorrow"

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McLean's Logs (Log 1)

Lieutenant (Jg) George McLean

Chief Engineer- USS Reaent

0301.09

"The Bitterness of Tomorrow"

 

"Computer open personal log and begin recording...

 

      Well,...I've finally reached my end.  Things couldn't possibly be any worse in my books.  I've done so many...just plain stupid things, and I really don't know where to turn to next.  Only, I've found myself on an Ambassador class refit...not exactly an Engineer's dream boat.  I've already made my presence known to the Captain and the Doctor, and have already received my first verbal reprimand.

      I should quit now, that's what I should do.  It's the only way I have a chance at being honorably discharged...what in the world is my problem?....  

 

Computer...close log and save."

 

      George shook his head grasping his com badge off of his chest and squeezing it with all of his strength.  After a few moments, a loud eruption of anger swelled out from his mouth as he hurled the combadge across the room.  Violently, George moved around the room, upturning nearly every piece of furniture, destroying whatever lay in his path.  Without thought, George drove his fist into the wall, then let out a shriek of agony.

      He stood there for a moment, looking at his hand...then at the broken mirror on his wall he shattered.  Falling to his knees, the tears began to flow, but they brought little relief to his restless being.  "You had everything...," he moaned while he sobbed, "and now...now you...you're here."  As George looked down at his self inflicted wound, he was reminded of how much his throbbing hand resembled his life.  When one loses everything, what hope can there be in tomorrow? Who has the courage to start again? George was a broken man.