More than ten years ago, I was a proud Liberty Navy operator. The Navy gave me purpose, discipline, and a sense of belonging. I served Liberty with pride and carried out my duty without hesitation.
At some point during that service, I was ordered to head for Kansas as part of an operation I can no longer properly remember. I do not remember the objective. All I remember is some kind of flash, and after that, everything becomes a blur. Time passed, but for me it felt like a long sleep. When I came to myself again, I was in the Outer Edge Worlds with years of my life gone.
I am aware that this sounds questionable.
I would think the same in your position. I do not expect trust on the strength of my word alone, and I do not offer this account as though it neatly explains itself. It does not. It is simply the truth as I know it.
This is not a formal application. Not yet.
I am still trying to put my life back together. Before I ask to serve under Liberty’s banner again, I need to know I can do so properly.
For now, I only wanted to make my intentions known. When I have myself in order again, I may seek consideration for service.
