Computer, begin recording.

"Personal log, stardate 51096. We've made our way to friendly territory, and are being repaired. The after action casualty lists are growing longer and longer. Yesterday I noticed that Lieutenant Commanders Abser and M'ra, both who I went to the Academy with, were killed in an ambush by Cardassian and Jem'Hadar ships. They were both good friends."

He sighed softly, leaning back in his chair. With his hands folded behind his head, he continued. "The Federation is getting it's ass handed to it. We need to focus on offense more than defense; or else we're going to get hammered into extinction. The lost of my friends, people I've considered my family for years is unacceptable."

He sighed again, "I wish things would go back to normal. I want to go back to Earth, and visit my daughter. I need a little Hope in these dark hours. End log."