Ready room. Apollo tells his remaining pilots (including Starbuck and Boomer) about the memorial service, and stumblingly adds that he wished he knew "words to make this better." Adama enters, taps the photo at the back of the room, and watches as Apollo rambles on morbidly. One of the pilots notices Adama and calls everyone to attention. Adama as-you-weres them and asks if he can say a few words before Apollo has everyone ready to slit their wrists.
Starbuck blipverts into a flashback of Adama, before the war, asking, "Are you Lieutenant Thrace?"
Adama looks at the pilots and says, "Give me your eyes." Adama, I've got to deal with Carnivàle; please don't make me picture people pelting you with eyeballs. Adama uses his reassuring-dad voice to say that they've had a lot of hard days, and they'll have more. He uses a few too many words starting with "self-" and then tells them to be strong: "Because people are watching. You're the guardians of the fleet. They need to know that they can count on you." Damn, he's good.
Starbuck blipverts again. We're back on Caprica (or wherever) before the attack, and she's talking to a crewman. Starbuck turns and notices Adama approaching her. Again, he asks if she's Thrace, and then introduces himself as Zak's father. Starbuck nods and says that she planned to visit him tomorrow, "before the funeral." Adama says, "You don't need to explain anything." Oh, the dramatic irony!
Flag-draped coffins rest on the deck. The funeral services commence without any bagpipes. The High Priestess of Vague Mysticism says that they're "returning the bodies of our own to the universe from which the Lords of Kobol brought them to us." I will defer to Wing Chun on whether or not that merits a [sic], but it definitely sounded awkward. ["I quit parsing sentences in the ninth grade; hell if I know." -- Wing Chun] Her voice gets overdubbed and low at the end, and for a second I think she's possessed by a demon, but actually we're just fading into another flashback.