To: Admiral Ian Driscoll, Bretonian Armed Forces internal channels

[AlphaWolf215]

Comm ID: Lieutenant Tony Wolf
Target ID: Admiral Ian Driscoll
Priority: HIGH
Encryption: HIGH

Admiral,

*He smiles, properly smiles at the mention of the old crew. He points at the Camera before continuing*

I also seem to remember you had a problem with orders too Driscoll! But your right, the 358th was the best wing in the Forces. The current generation really doesn't match up to us. Think of it, if we had been tasked with taking down the Gallics, including the damned King himself, we would have got it done, and home in time for tea! If you needed something done, you ALWAYS, called the 358th. None finer.
*he sighs, his face dropping once again*
But the reason i look so glum, the reason i contacted you... *he hits a button on the panel in front of him* Take a look at that. Doc's report from the infirmary. *he sighs once more, before filling his lungs* I'm dying Ian. I'm getting old, moving on. The stress of day to day life, getting shot at constantly. When you reach my age, that being 51 you nosy SOB, you don't put up with much of this without kicking the bucket. The Images of them being taken down, one by one run through my head daily... *he stops suddenly, turning away and taking a deep breath, as he turns back, the tears are running down his cheeks, but he doesn't let it enter his voice* I cant even tell my family whats going on. Come to the Suffolk, no, i cant. Too many missions resulted in us returning there, it would only make things worse for me. Ian, i don't have long left, the Doc said so himself, i just wanted to make sure that all was okay with you. But i must insist, don't you dare pull me out of service. You know i never wanted to die idle whilst my countrymen where out there fighting. This... this is kind of my way of reaching, well the others are gone, so just you, but reaching out, saying goodbye to my friends. I can't bear to tell my family, and i debated telling you. Probably force command to pull me off the lines, at which point they'd have to pull me off you... What i'm trying to say, is i sent this, to thank you. You became a great pilot to fly beside, and an even greater friend.

For what could be the Last time Ian, take care Old Friend, the winds where merciless to the 358th...

Tony Wolf,
Lieutenant,
Bretonian Armed Forces

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