They'd taken him on camping trips with them, when he was a boy. The best ones had been just him and Adama and Apollo. Zak still too small, back home with his mother. Athena said she didn't want to sleep on the ground with smelly boys for company. Shame really. As they got older, who knew what opportunities they missed out there in the wilds?

The very best one had been into the mountains. A hard climb, but Adama said they were big enough now. Of course, looking back, it had only been the foothills. But the views - into the valley one way and up to the snow capped peaks the other.

Strange how he'd stopped appreciating them as he got older. Started preferring smoky rooms with soft couches and card tables and with views of waitresses in skimpy dresses.

Now he'd give anything to have those days back again. Adama was his hero back then. And the stories he told them. Oh, the stories! Of battles in the sky, against the old enemy, the bogie man that kids scared each other with. Hey, if you're bad the Cylons will get you. But he was never afraid, because he knew Adama, and he knew Cylons could be beaten.

He'd fight them one day too. He decided that while gazing down into the valley. If they came back and attacked his home again, he'd be ready to fight back.

Those days were gone. But Starbuck was still here, fighting back.