Salah sat down as ordered, then he started speaking.
"Working in the navy is indeed much harder than working in a factory, but of course there are benefits. Working in the navy means being part of something much greater than the simple productive process: it means being part of two missions, the first one being that of defence, and the second one being a civilizing mission.
As a simple factory worker, I work and I bring home the bread. I do a favour primarily to myself. Primarily because, of course, other people, too will benefit from my work. But as a defender of this country, I am being a part of something that protects the lives of millions.
Solidarity is an essential value we're taught at school. Solidarity and helping the needy. Millions of people need the help of the navy to protect their country, the country they built with their sweat, from a world that wants to destroy everything that our people accomplished. Corsairs, the Houses, we can't even fully trust the Zoners. Almost everyone wants to see our country destroyed and, ultimately, pillaged. And why? Because we have a viable alternative to the rule of the market and we're offering it to these people, and in this lies the concept of the revolution we export: accepting our proposal, and ultimately putting it in practice. Here it is, our civilizing mission. To eliminate our proposal, to prevent it from putting it in practice, of course they have to eliminate us, and these people have nothing else in their minds. To eliminate us, they'll send their ships to our homes and destroy the lives of millions. The navy exists to prevent this scenario, and I want to be part of it.
Most people on Volgograd and Jianxi think what I think, of course, but not all of them had the courage of doing what I intend to do.
Then of course the higher pay, a small incentive supplementing the ideological one" he stopped for a moment, then he added: "There are risks taking this road, deadly ones, especially, but I still intend to take this way. At the end of the day, I'm only doing something I've been taught to do at school; I'm showing solidarity to my people and I'm defending them".
He finished, thinking that was overall a good discourse with good motivations, something that should've convinced the Hispanic immigrant in front of him.
Then he noticed the Commissar was searching something in the table and, in his mind, he used what little faith school didn't manage to take away to pray to God that no gun and bullets would've left it.
