*a man of about 50 years of age walks into the recruitment office*
Hello sir *snaps into a salute* I have come to apply to the Bretonian Armed Forces primary fleet. As I understand it, my son, Joseph Wolf, applied some time ago, and he told you I once served under your banner. I served during the time of the nomad war. I have now returned to re-join you gentlemen. I can't stand to sit by and watch another people threaten my home. I saw it as a message to take up arms again and fight alongside my brothers, so that our family's and civilians can live in safety. I have a destroyer class vessel but will keep it within the secondary's until such time that you feel I deserve such a ship. Oh, the name is Tony Wolf by the way.
*tony awaits the questionnaire to be handed to him*
