Momentarily, I had forgotten why I play here at TG.

I had forgotten due to a loss of squad members for an unknown reason, whose names will not be mentioned.

I had forgotten because those members of my squad, who bore TG tags, did not have the dignity, nor the courage, to tell me that they were leaving and issue me with a reason.

I had forgotten what TG what was about, and who we were as a community.

I had forgotten what we do on the battlefront, and what we do behind the scenes.

I had forgotten, suddenly with no warning, why I was a member of this great community.

Then, I opened Firefox. My homepage loaded up and I saw Apophis' signature on a poll about what's the most important asset.

I remembered my posts on certain topics, PCS and BF2 alike.

I remembered the good days with Hastapee and the boys of PCS TKing at the start of the round with a para and not being able to play for about a half an our because we laughed at some crazy thing someone was doing.

I remembered arguing with Root when he kicked me for random things I did wrong and looking down on him when he served me as a teacher and not an enemy.

I remembered that TG isn't about a few people, it's about a lot of people.

I remembered that we are together as tactically advanced players who believe that there is a RIGHT way to play a video game, and that everyone else is doing it WRONG.

I remembered how much it sucked going to other servers in PCS after TG, and how much it sucks now going to other servers in BF2.

I remember my comrades on the battlefield who I have had some of the best experiences in my gaming career with, and then I knew.

I AM HOME

-Mom