Being just 17 months apart in age, Zatha (named after her grandmother, pronounced Zay-tha) and Hans (just a cool damn name) were more like best friends than brother and sister. Having moved many times, they were the only two who really knew each other's history. They played together, surfed together, crushed triathlons together, went to camp together, attended the Naval Academy together.  They were going to serve their country together. Zatha adored her baby brother. She loved him to the fullest measure of her capacity for love. Zatha mourns the death of Hans like no other sister.