The decommissioned Enterprise-A sat in the small designated
area of space, waiting to be hauled off to be scrapped. As beautiful as
the day on which she was first commissioned, plus a few scars, she sat
there, looking like a fallen angel. Beautiful, even in death.
As the small towing ships towed her away, it is said that the pilots felt a feeling of guilt and sorrow. They could literally feel the spirits of the brave men and women who gave their lives to protect the angel. And now, the angel would be killed, and the spirits and legends that she had carried, lost or buried forever.
No one knows exactly what happened, but the Enterprise never reached the scrap heap. The three towing pilots quit their jobs as soon as they returned. The lead pilot said, "I have towed 43 ships with further ado. However, I have the comfort of knowing that I did not kill the angel, and she still lives on."
As the small towing ships towed her away, it is said that the pilots felt a feeling of guilt and sorrow. They could literally feel the spirits of the brave men and women who gave their lives to protect the angel. And now, the angel would be killed, and the spirits and legends that she had carried, lost or buried forever.
No one knows exactly what happened, but the Enterprise never reached the scrap heap. The three towing pilots quit their jobs as soon as they returned. The lead pilot said, "I have towed 43 ships with further ado. However, I have the comfort of knowing that I did not kill the angel, and she still lives on."
