H is for Hammond

"The Hammond, that's a fantastic name for a ship, don't you think?" Jack asked and searched his friends' faces.

"Hammond is a great name just full stop." Daniel intoned, sighing wistfully as he stirred his ever present cup of coffee. The old members of SG1 were sitting around the patio table of Jack's, and now Sam's, cabin, reminiscing about old times.

"You would be foolish not to miss a great man like GeneralHammond." Teal'c responded in his usual succinct fashion, but his voice was full of the warmth that he seemed to reserve for his family.

Sam leaned in to Jack and squeezed his arm.

"It was a great name for a great man." She murmured just loudly enough for everyone to hear her.

Silence fell briefly, and Jack's chest trembled under Sam's cheek before he spoke again.

"So you guys miss him as much I do, huh?" He asked, and his voice was thick with unshed tears. Everyone around the table nodded, because words seemed both inadequate and redundant.

"The Hammond." Anyone who thought a ship could ever have a better name, had never met the General George S. Hammond.