NOTE: Based very loosely on James Thurber's short story The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. This is the diary of Walter's son, who has the same penchant for daydreaming. The Secret Diary of Walter Mitty Jr. 12/27/12: First day of winter break. No more work until 1/6. Hurrah. The suns of Trisolan shined through the clouds in a dazzling display of color. Walter Mitty Jr. squinted into the light, wondering if he should take a holo. If he was lucky, he'd never have the chance again. "Glad it's finally over, Sarge?" "Is it?" Mitty said. "We won the war, Vincent. That's all. Sure we gave the Bugs a lesson they'll never forget and they'll think twice before attacking us again. But there's no guarantee that some future Bug leader won't think thrice - and use the lesson we taught against us." The young soldier's face darkened as he considered his sergeant's words. "So that's it, then? After all we sacrificed - after all we lost - all we did was hand over the War to our grandchildren?" "I didn't say that. But just because we won doesn't mean we won. The War's far from over, Vincent. Because, you see, diplomacy is the continuation of war by other means." Vincent grinned wryly. "Um, Sarge? I think you have the quotation backwards." Mitty grinned back. "Not for a soldier it isn't." He returned his attention to the suns. Although he'd been stationed here for five years, he'd spent most of it above the planet's atmosphere. Even on leave, he never went lower than the orbital station. The thought of being away from his TAC fighter when the Bugs struck - of not being able to make a difference - had kept him well above the gravity well. But now he was here. And he had to admit the view was beautiful. But it wasn't home. Give me a dirty old creek in Texas, he thought. Still, it would be nice to have something to show people where he'd been. Maybe I'll take a holo from orbit. Or the suns rising from behind the moon.