First of all, let me tell you who I am. I am... well, I was a Bretonian officer.
My life is too nasty to tell abouts its beginning. I've been raised as many of my friends, in contentment. But the time came, and my father sent me to serve the Queen. I've thought that it's glorious... That was the beginning of series of failures.
At the beginning, my commander hasn't liked me, so he sent me to do all his dirty work. Just after one year of that... thing... he let me to start flying.
My ship was left unfinished, so... malfunction was my second name. A rusty, damaged bomber, and no co-pilot... that made me upset. But I've kept silence.
All of it was some kind of good for some time... until Gallic invasion.
Pilotes were sent to their deaths, my hated commander wasn't an exception. But next time they sent me on a suicide mission, which I haven't executed...
And I've deserted. Surrendered to first Gallic patrol I've met. I've thought that they will take prisoners honorably... My god, how have I been wrong!
Solitary confinement. A dirty, empty, cold prison cell. Nearly nothing to eat.
But I've suffered and survived it. And escaped.
And now I am here... with knowledge about Coalition's attitude to people.
I want to fight for the truth. Exploiters are everywhere, and they must be punished.
That's what every man must know.