Endor.... shit; I'm still only on Endor... Every time I wake up I think I'm gonna wake up back in the forest. When I was home after the first death star blew up it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the forest. I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Ewoks squat in a bush, they gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.
I was going to the worst place in the galaxy and I didn't even know it
yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the
war like a main circuit cable plugged straight into Wicket. It was no
accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Wicket Wystri Warrick's memory any more than being back in Endor was an accident. There is no
way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is
a confession, then so is mine.
How many Ewoks had I already killed? There were those six that I knew
about for sure. Close enough to blow their last bit of gibberish in my face. But
this time, it was an Imperial and an Ewok. That wasn't supposed to
make any difference to me, but it did. Shit... charging an Ewok with
murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Pod Racing Circuit. I took the mission. What the hell else was I gonna do?
Oh man... the bantha dung piled up so fast on Endor, you needed an official Ewok hang glider(TM) to stay above it.
"Never get out of the boat." Absolutely goddamn right! Unless you were
goin' all the way... Wicket got off the boat. He split from the whole
On the river, I thought that the minute I looked at him, I'd know what
to do, but it didn't happen. I was in there with him for days, not under
guard; I was free, but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He knew more
about what I was going to do than I did. If the generals back on Hoth could see what I saw, would they still want me to kill him? More
than ever, probably. And what would his people back home want if they
ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone? He broke from
them, and then he broke from himself. I'd never seen an Ewok so broken up
and ripped apart.