Sequel to I Remember ...

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Hey :) since last time I've changed my pen name from Mizzstargirl to EarthToAlex.

I've had a lot of people asking for a sequel to 'I Remember...' whilst others we're asking me to leave it as it is. I've decided to keep as many people happy as possible, make a compromise and write a sequel as a separate story. That way people can choose whether or not they wasn't to read it.

The idea for this story is basically 'I Remember ...' from Steve's point of view.

I really do apologise for the long wait (over two years ... I'm ashamed).

I know it's no excuse but I had to finish my GSCE's (I did well, I'm so happy :D) and I started my first year of college. I hope you can all forgive me long enough to read the next instalment and let me know what you think ;)

It is the same format as 'I Remember ...' and will probably be uploaded in a few installments as I don't really know what to write and it's coming along in short bursts. I promise it won't take forever this time though...

This first chapter is sort of an introduction to the story...

Sorry again and I hope you like it.

Prologue

*Steve's POV*

I remember receiving the news that every serviceman dreads. The call that drags them back into their nightmares: 'return to active duty'. The call that takes them away from everyone and everything they care about with no more than a shallow promise to return.

But, as every soldier knows, as every sailer knows, as every serviceman knows; that often isn't the case and many of us never make it home. Most of us never get to see our families again.

I remember the many sleepless nights spent sat up staring at the ocean, wishing I was never a part of it. Then instantly dismissing the thought because without the Navy, I wouldn't have met the people I consider my family or the man I think of as my brother. Yes, my father may not have been murdered but I would never have become the man I am today.

I remember getting in early and spending the entire time pacing my office trying to find the words to say 'I'm leaving'.

I remember Danny's shout of "Steven! Stop your damn pacing and get your ass out here, you're driving us all mad!"

I remember their faces when I do gather the courage to tell them. The tears Kono can't find the strength to hide, the sadness that Chin Ho will usually manage to cover with that perfect mask of calm and the shock and the pain Danny doesn't even bother to disguise.

This is the memory that haunts me the most.