1.51 - Martin’s Legacy
The boys
and I wait for Martin to finish his story, but it seems like he’s struggling to
find the words to continue. I pat him on his back, the only way I know to
comfort people. I know there’s no words I can say that will help him through
this. It’s just something he has to do on his own.
“We don’t
care who you hurt,” Phillip speaks up. “You did a lot to take care of us and it
wouldn’t change how we feel about you.”
“Yeah, he’s
right,” David adds, as Jacob just nods.
“You’re
good kids,” Martin takes a big sigh. “When I got out of jail, I did the worst
thing I had ever done in my life. I joined a human supremacist militia. Efrem,
you’ve seen how much I hate them, and part of the reason is I used to be one of
them. Those guys in the bar could have been me in my younger days. Wasting
their lives fighting against some folks that never did them any harm. Angry
because their life is going nowhere but refusing to put in the effort.”
Martin
takes off his shirt and displays old faded remnants of a brand that he had
attempted to cover up or remove. I can barely make out the human skull with an
ancient sword and scythe above it. I can’t make out the words in the banner. If
I didn’t know what to look for, and hadn’t been so close I would have never
seen it. It looks like it was the centerpiece for some tattoos that had been
removed, only some light scarring remains for most of the images.
“The
militia is how I ended up on Nyame. It was the last place on Sol that seemed to
be a safe place far away from aliens. Humans like me, fled here in droves and
started breeding like crazy. I didn’t have any kids, couldn’t. I’m infertile,
it’s was probably for the best. I’m afraid I would have been a mean bastard
like my father. Anyway, to this day, hard as rock, but the swimmers just don’t
swim,” Martin laughs.
“That’s too
much info,” I shake my head while the boys act disgusted.
“Hey, just
letting you all know the love doesn’t have to stop when you get old, just take
care of yourself,” Martin pauses again. I can tell he was making a joke to
avoid getting to the next part. “But, aliens moved to Nyame. I’m sure you’ve noticed
there are still towns almost entirely human, but the big cities are some of the
centers for alien culture in our system these days. My group worked with some
others, and planned a terrorist attack. That’s when I backed out, it had just
gone too far. I couldn’t kill innocent people, even if they weren’t human. It
took that for me to realize, I wasn’t angry at them, I was angry at me. A few
others backed out as well, and I didn’t think they would do it. But they did
it, they blew up an entire city block. Worst thing I had ever seen. Buildings
crumbling with people inside, folks running through the streets on fire. I was
sick, because even if I didn’t set off the bomb, or plant the bombs. I was part
of that. I rushed into the chaos, not trying to be a hero, but trying to save
anyone I could so they didn’t haunt my conscience. My hands were so dirty, not
with ashes and soot from the destruction, not even blood and dirt, but
metaphorically. I kept going in and out of it all until I collapsed. They
treated me as if I was some kind of hero and I was a part of trying to bring
their demise.”
We wait for
Martin to finish, see how he became the man I know, the man the boys look up
to. “When I woke up, the nurse saw my brand and tattoos; she knew what it was
but didn’t tell anyone. She saw what I did, she saw my remorse. She saw that I
was a broken man. I asked her why she didn’t tell people one day; she told me
it was because I was punishing myself more than anyone else could. That nurse
was Pauline, and she wasn’t really a nurse, she was just a volunteer helping
with all the injuries. She actually took me to have the tattoos removed after I
was released, I consider it our first date. I loved her from the moment she
said wouldn’t tell anyone about my brand because the idea of me being a hero
was more important than who I was as a man. She still hated me. She was trying
to fix me, not because I was attractive, but because I gave hope to other
people that Nyame could be a better place after. She hated me, and made it no
secret.”
“How did
she fall in love with you,” David asks eagerly.
“When
humans and aliens decided to work together and drive out the militias. I
volunteered for the front lines and fought like a man possessed. Nyame was
going to be my home and I didn’t want anyone to feel unsafe here. I got shot,
blown up and every time I just went back out there. At one point she asked me
if I wanted to die. All I could tell her is that I’d die if it meant redemption
and she didn’t stop me. So I just kept going back out there. We fought for
almost twelve years with no intervention from any governments. We were
determined to make Nyame our own. Eventually The Galactic Federation sent in
some aid and made us look like children with how fast they cleaned out the
supremacist. When it was all said and done, I didn’t feel any better. I still
felt like I had done wrong. I dedicated my life to making sure it wouldn’t
happen again. Cleaning up any remaining outpost, talking to children, whatever
I could. Eventually I ran into Pauline again, by chance at a grocery store. She
gave me a real date, felt I had earned it. Somewhere along the line people
forgot the whole hero thing, she finally loved me and we got married.
Eventually we bought the farm house. It used to be a base for my supremacist
militia. We tried to make it a home, burry the sins of the past instead of let
it stand as a monument to wrong doing. Every morning I’m reminded of the
terrible things I did there, and I’m inspired to make sure nobody else ever
makes those choices.”
I sit with
Martin long after the boys have gone to bed, just watching the water. To them,
these are just stories of the past, but I’ve seen these things. I know there
are still patches of Sol and other systems like this. I think Martin is
somewhat relieved to had told us all these things, and I’m glad for that. Glad
that someone knows the secrets besides Pauline; glad he isn’t carrying it
alone.
“Hey, why
did you want to tell us all that,” I ask as he stands and stretches before
heading to bed.
“I’m an old
man. All old men want to leave behind a legacy, not just in items and wealth
but people. They want a piece of them to live on. I think that’s why people
have children. I don’t have any children, but those boys have been part of my
troop since they were barely tying their own shoes. Faces came and went but
they stayed. They’re like my kids. And you, well Pauline doesn’t like many
people but she told me she wishes she had a son like you. So, you’re just our
long lost son. I wish I had met you earlier,” he laughs. “You four, are my
legacy. When I’m gone, tell your kids my story. The good, the bad, and the
ugly. Let them know I was just a man, but a man who tried to right his wrongs.”
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