At first we were very surprised that you underlined LIBERTÉ. We were, in fact, preparing to call the Royal Police to arrest you and interrogate you because we thought that you, mistakenly, wandered in and applied for the Marine Royale instead of the Conceil. But reading further made our fears unfounded, though also snuffed our joy for catching a clumsy Conceillard into a trap. Your definition of LIBERTÉ, monsieur Cauchy, is closer to reality than any of the sweet smelling poison which Pierre Laflamme, the self-appointed "général", brainwashes our innocent citizens with daily. You have thus been ACCEPTED, and honoured with the rank of Maître. If you have estimated your piloting ability realistically, then, coupled with the relatively high rank for your age, you will make for an exceptional fighter wing commander. And hopefully you will gain an opportunity to avenge your father. Bonne chance!