<strong>"Really? I thought about it all the time."</strong>She admits in a softer tone, as if she were sharing a secret. She pretty much was. She'd never admitted to any of her subordinates that her mind wasn't fully in the war, wasn't completely focused on victory and fighting all the time. But she was human.<br/>In a way it was not hard for Lynn to imagine another life. Not many girls grew up aspiring to be military commanders after all. Only a string of events had led her down this path. But now, after so many years, it felt ingrained, a habit impossible to break. She still imagined how her life might have gone differently, but she never believed a time might come when she could actually choose a different path. During the war it had just been a dream, and she'd never imagined there might be a time after.<br/><br/>But now that there was?<br/><br/>Well she'd started to think about it more and more. In fact, the idea of reenlisting had not crossed her mind at all. She had done her duty, she had served not just her country but the world. She was done, and nothing would make her happier than disappearing from the public sphere completely, truth be told.<br/><br/>At the toast she smiled and raised her glass, then took a sip, thinking. What did she want to do with her life? The coast was one of her favorite sort of places, for just the reason he'd mentioned. She briefly imagined a beach bungalow, away from civilization. Waking up every morning to the sound of the surf, walking out onto a balcony and basking in the warmth of the sunrise. And she imagined a lover walking up behind her, hugging her. It was him.<br/><br/>Blinking, she banished the thought and focused on her drink.<strong>"So you'd really reenlist?"</strong>She asked as she sipped at her rum and coke.