C1867 Mamma's Grief
Lunar-core, military headquarters.
The mother stared out the window at the starry sky, lost in thought. She didn't know why she had become so sentimental in the past few days. She thought of many things, thousands of years, many people, many things.
The sound of footsteps came from behind them. A month's scout officer walked in, saluted, and then said respectfully: "Commander