Write about your father
It used to be hard, to think about my father and to even consider him as part of me. Beneath my skin and in my veins, but it isn’t as hard as it used to be. Our relationship, it’s better than it was. I wouldn’t say it’s perfect but it’s definitely better.
My father is a man that many look up to, he’s the one that others follow with little question and he’s the protector of the fleet. He took up the mantle long before there was a Pegasus Battlestar and he’s one of the reasons we’re all alive today.
Long ago, my father was my idol.
The hero I expected to be made of gold but found to be tarnished. It was hard to accept, that he had flaws and that he wasn’t as perfect as he seemed to be. It also hurt to know that as much as he loved us, all of us, he couldn’t find it in himself to be our father, my mother’s husband. He was the soldier first and the man second.
I didn’t understand why he was that way back then, I couldn’t. I was so young and my eyes weren’t open. I just saw my mother’s pain and that’s all that really mattered. The fact she was hurting and that Zak was crying. They were my family and he had hurt them. He hurt me.
It wasn’t premeditated, I understand that now.
My father is a complex human being; he does certain things not because he wants to do them but because he has to do them. He’s an Admiral, he has to make decisions he doesn’t want to make and sometimes he has to do things that he doesn’t believe in.
We’re soldiers, people give orders and we follow them.
I truly believed for the longest time that Zak’s death was caused by my father and his view that a man wasn’t a man until he had become an Officer and sat in the cockpit of a Viper. Gods, the amount of times my father would recount his war stories and Zak’s eyes would just light up. The boy really looked up to my father, I think he was compensating for the fact I seemed to have lost any and all faith in our father.
My father’s a good man. He’s strong, capable and willing to stare danger in the face and he doesn’t flinch.
William Adama is a man respected by many and loved by a whole lot more. He’s the calm voice in your ear when you need reassurance and he’s solid - unshakeable. He’s also the only real family I have left and a long time ago it wouldn’t have meant a thing but life’s changed and I value him more than he’ll ever know.
I’ve had his blood on my hands and I’ve felt his life slipping away and I know I can’t do that again and I won’t do that again. I love my father, I’m not afraid to admit that - not anymore, not after everything.
My father’s my commanding officer but he’s also come around to accept that he’s also my father. He’s gotten better at expressing himself and showing me that he cares. I guess all it took was the end to everything.
He’s been through a lot, just like the rest of us.
Each and every one of us has issues, our ghosts and our crosses to bear. My father takes on the problems and he’s always there if you need him.
Nothing’s been easy and he’s managed to survive two gun shots to the chest. My father’s a fighter and he’s a survivor. He sets the example and it’s a hard thing to do and I understand better now that I have my own Battlestar and I’m struggling to be a good leader.
I’ll admit that he has too much pride and that sometimes he makes the wrong decision and he oversteps the line. He pushes too hard and too far but there’s something about my father that redeems all his flaws. He isn’t afraid of admitting when he’s wrong. It might take him some time to come around to the conclusion that he is but once he knows he’s wrong, he does everything in his power to make things right.
I’m more like my father than I ever imagined myself to be, I always strived to be nothing like him because Gods forbid I turned out like him. Only it’s no longer something to be afraid of or even repulsed by. I see that now, I see a lot of things I never have before. To be anything like my father is not something to be shied away from, it’s something to embrace.
He’s been so strong in the face of adversity and I love him in spite of everything, I had a chance to betray him entirely but I couldn’t. I would not do what they were asking of me because I love my father and I had already gone too far.
No matter my sin, my father’s always found it in his heart to forgive me. It’s more than I ever gave him. All those years wasted because of anger and pain but I suppose it takes something like that to appreciate what you have.
My father might not have known the location of Earth when he looked his soldiers in the eye and told them that he knew but the belief he infused into those words alone was enough to make all of us believe. He’s an inspiration and a true leader; he knows what to say and how to command others. He understands people and he’s intelligent, resourceful and adaptable.
Best of all, you can tell he’s proud of us and the effort we make.
He never takes any of us or any of what we have for granted. He always says thank you and makes people feel good because he appreciates them. For some reason beyond logic he has faith in Tigh and he somehow makes the old drunk work like no-one else can. He keeps Kara on an even keel and he gives me hope that maybe I can turn out okay and perhaps even decent.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m well aware of just how flawed he is but it’s the fact that he strives so hard against those flaws that win him the admiration of so many. He’s got his problems, he’s got things to deal with but he doesn’t let them affect his ability to lead, his ability to be a good commander.
He was going to retire before all of this happened but he didn’t complain, not once. He just sucked it up and he did what he had to do. How many of us can really say that we were able to give up all our hopes and dreams that easily? My father accepts things the way that they are and he’s able to create hope from out of nowhere and he’s able to forge ahead no matter what happens.
I once thought my father was a machine because he was so cold, so distant and I couldn’t read him like I could my mother. He never gave anything away but I remember the kisses he pressed to my forehead when he thought I was asleep, those were hard to forget and difficult to hate even though I vowed to be a good loyal son to my mother.
Only now that I’ve seen machines with my own eyes, I know my father isn’t a machine.
He’s just like me. He has a front that he hides behind. His is Admiral Adama and mine is Commander Adama. Everyone has one because they help us survive. I don’t know what I would do if someone looked past it and saw all of me.
My father is like glue, he holds us together and he’s stronger than anyone I know rivaled only by the President herself. He’s a person I wouldn’t want to be without and I respect him more now than I ever have.
William Adama is real and that’s all that really counts at the end of the day.
I love you, dad.
Muse : Cmdr. Lee 'Apollo' Adama
Fandom : Battlestar Galactica (New TV Series)
Word Count : 1,372
My father is a man that many look up to, he’s the one that others follow with little question and he’s the protector of the fleet. He took up the mantle long before there was a Pegasus Battlestar and he’s one of the reasons we’re all alive today.
Long ago, my father was my idol.
The hero I expected to be made of gold but found to be tarnished. It was hard to accept, that he had flaws and that he wasn’t as perfect as he seemed to be. It also hurt to know that as much as he loved us, all of us, he couldn’t find it in himself to be our father, my mother’s husband. He was the soldier first and the man second.
I didn’t understand why he was that way back then, I couldn’t. I was so young and my eyes weren’t open. I just saw my mother’s pain and that’s all that really mattered. The fact she was hurting and that Zak was crying. They were my family and he had hurt them. He hurt me.
It wasn’t premeditated, I understand that now.
My father is a complex human being; he does certain things not because he wants to do them but because he has to do them. He’s an Admiral, he has to make decisions he doesn’t want to make and sometimes he has to do things that he doesn’t believe in.
We’re soldiers, people give orders and we follow them.
I truly believed for the longest time that Zak’s death was caused by my father and his view that a man wasn’t a man until he had become an Officer and sat in the cockpit of a Viper. Gods, the amount of times my father would recount his war stories and Zak’s eyes would just light up. The boy really looked up to my father, I think he was compensating for the fact I seemed to have lost any and all faith in our father.
My father’s a good man. He’s strong, capable and willing to stare danger in the face and he doesn’t flinch.
William Adama is a man respected by many and loved by a whole lot more. He’s the calm voice in your ear when you need reassurance and he’s solid - unshakeable. He’s also the only real family I have left and a long time ago it wouldn’t have meant a thing but life’s changed and I value him more than he’ll ever know.
I’ve had his blood on my hands and I’ve felt his life slipping away and I know I can’t do that again and I won’t do that again. I love my father, I’m not afraid to admit that - not anymore, not after everything.
My father’s my commanding officer but he’s also come around to accept that he’s also my father. He’s gotten better at expressing himself and showing me that he cares. I guess all it took was the end to everything.
He’s been through a lot, just like the rest of us.
Each and every one of us has issues, our ghosts and our crosses to bear. My father takes on the problems and he’s always there if you need him.
Nothing’s been easy and he’s managed to survive two gun shots to the chest. My father’s a fighter and he’s a survivor. He sets the example and it’s a hard thing to do and I understand better now that I have my own Battlestar and I’m struggling to be a good leader.
I’ll admit that he has too much pride and that sometimes he makes the wrong decision and he oversteps the line. He pushes too hard and too far but there’s something about my father that redeems all his flaws. He isn’t afraid of admitting when he’s wrong. It might take him some time to come around to the conclusion that he is but once he knows he’s wrong, he does everything in his power to make things right.
I’m more like my father than I ever imagined myself to be, I always strived to be nothing like him because Gods forbid I turned out like him. Only it’s no longer something to be afraid of or even repulsed by. I see that now, I see a lot of things I never have before. To be anything like my father is not something to be shied away from, it’s something to embrace.
He’s been so strong in the face of adversity and I love him in spite of everything, I had a chance to betray him entirely but I couldn’t. I would not do what they were asking of me because I love my father and I had already gone too far.
No matter my sin, my father’s always found it in his heart to forgive me. It’s more than I ever gave him. All those years wasted because of anger and pain but I suppose it takes something like that to appreciate what you have.
My father might not have known the location of Earth when he looked his soldiers in the eye and told them that he knew but the belief he infused into those words alone was enough to make all of us believe. He’s an inspiration and a true leader; he knows what to say and how to command others. He understands people and he’s intelligent, resourceful and adaptable.
Best of all, you can tell he’s proud of us and the effort we make.
He never takes any of us or any of what we have for granted. He always says thank you and makes people feel good because he appreciates them. For some reason beyond logic he has faith in Tigh and he somehow makes the old drunk work like no-one else can. He keeps Kara on an even keel and he gives me hope that maybe I can turn out okay and perhaps even decent.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m well aware of just how flawed he is but it’s the fact that he strives so hard against those flaws that win him the admiration of so many. He’s got his problems, he’s got things to deal with but he doesn’t let them affect his ability to lead, his ability to be a good commander.
He was going to retire before all of this happened but he didn’t complain, not once. He just sucked it up and he did what he had to do. How many of us can really say that we were able to give up all our hopes and dreams that easily? My father accepts things the way that they are and he’s able to create hope from out of nowhere and he’s able to forge ahead no matter what happens.
I once thought my father was a machine because he was so cold, so distant and I couldn’t read him like I could my mother. He never gave anything away but I remember the kisses he pressed to my forehead when he thought I was asleep, those were hard to forget and difficult to hate even though I vowed to be a good loyal son to my mother.
Only now that I’ve seen machines with my own eyes, I know my father isn’t a machine.
He’s just like me. He has a front that he hides behind. His is Admiral Adama and mine is Commander Adama. Everyone has one because they help us survive. I don’t know what I would do if someone looked past it and saw all of me.
My father is like glue, he holds us together and he’s stronger than anyone I know rivaled only by the President herself. He’s a person I wouldn’t want to be without and I respect him more now than I ever have.
William Adama is real and that’s all that really counts at the end of the day.
I love you, dad.
Muse : Cmdr. Lee 'Apollo' Adama
Fandom : Battlestar Galactica (New TV Series)
Word Count : 1,372