A Withdrawn Existence

[Wolfs Ghost]

New London System - Kingdom of Bretonia
Personal Eagle Fighter, Somewhere in Space
New London

"I typically don't tell anyone this, but... when I get into the cockpit, I expect it to be the last day of my life - I hope it's the last day of my life. Though, at the end of the day, I still come home, only to look forward to the next day being the end, and so forth."

Austin leaned back in the seat, it was these certain moments that he actually enjoyed, relaxing while doing absolutely nothing but staring into the vastness of space. In the distance he could see both the New London star, and Planet New London itself.

These particular moments were starting to become rare with each passing day. It was late during the Kusari war that Austin had actually began treasuring these quiet and peaceful moments - away from the hustle of the war and day-to-day life as a combat pilot. Though, back then it was a different war and Bretonia had retained most of it's fleet.

Nowadays, he was lucky to get a decent nights sleep before being thrown back into the fray against impossible odds. Even with the support of Liberty, alongside the Council, he doubted Bretonia would be victorious. Each tactical decision made by the Armed Forces Admiralty in the past few months had made Austin cringe, or worst - lowered his hopes that Bretonia would indeed prevail.

The current war was nothing more than a war of attrition, a war of attrition that Bretonia was going to lose. Gallia had advance ships, fresh troops, pilots, and now a boosted economy and more resources with their recent militaristic gain within the Tau region.

He sighed heavily, shaking his head to disperse the thoughts that began clouding his mind. Nowadays... elements of this war were everywhere, and no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't get away from the war. A leech that was going to stick with him until the day he died.

"I wish that day was soon." He muttered, leaning back further in the pilots seat and closing his eyes. He let out a slow but long breath, and then equally drew one back in. Opening his eyes a moment later, and looking back out towards the scenery.

"No invading force has ever defeated an enemy that used guerrilla warfare, at least... not without taking a large amount of casualties. If we continue fighting our enemy like we are now, we'll lose this war by years end, even with this Liberty defense force being dispatched to us. We're just carelessly throwing our ships and pilots away, and the Gallics will continue to grind our forces away little-by-little."

He paused his train of thought, squinting his eyes at the conclusion he's drawn within the few seconds of actually speaking to himself.

"I think it's about time we held a proper Defense Intelligence Staff emergency meeting, because this war isn't getting the results we want, and... frankly, our lay down and die policy needs to change." He sighed, shaking his head slowly as he leaned forwards, reaching for the controls of his ship. "They're not going to listen to me though, so... I'll either need someone who they'll listen to... or do something to get them to listen to me."

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