The Journal of Admiral Malexa Malte

[Malexa]

[color=#00FF00]07-08-817-New Berlin System.
Military Training Facility on Planet New Berlin.

[font=Century Gothic]Igitt! This pretzel is nearly frozen.
I wont eat a pretzel on Berlin again. Bloody ice-rock.

The recruits are nervous around me. It seems paying them a visit at the training area, is an unusual sight to them.
It is a good place to write, even with gunshots in the background.


Yesterdays patrol was a succuess. It builds me up again.
We lost so many soldiers the day before and suddenly I have not lost a single pilot.
At least under my direct command when beeing in space with my boys.

We payed those hessian everything back, a flawless victory.
3 New Hessian skulls on my Wraths hull, am I really as rusty as I think?
Yes, maybe. Pilot Hermann Voss, Speer and the Major did a great job at my wing.
They were a great aid. As always.

That was not the highlight of this day though.
Feldwebel Edmund Schiffer, finaly came back to active duty again.
The crazy guy was in medical for months and nearly the same ammount of days on recovery vacation.
I was really enjoying the patrol with him.
We even met two Unioners resisting arrest and it was a nice welcome party for Edmund.
Got another two skulls.
I have to pay attention, that I wont overestimate myself because after the good days,
there usually follow a few bad ones.

I hope I was doing the right thing.
Letting down my armor and my rank to be a common pilot again.
Of course only for the patrol with Schiffer. It was a relief of my stress though, so I dont have to worry.
Not beeing the Admiral for an hour was finaly good for something. I feel way better now.
We had a nice chat about nearly everything. Old days, present events and some other unimportant things.
Hell, I just hope I really did the right thing there.
Loosing authority due to this, will force me to be even more tougher to my boys.

The only Kameraden who know me like this, are the old hands I served with.
And the only ones who still see me when letting my hair down, are my Vizeadmiraele.
Johann, Dieter, Walter and Gauss. Well, Willhelm can also be added to that list. The Major is liked by our little round.
Our meetings are always relaxing after duty and the Wine is even more delicious with company.
We should be more often in the officers' mess together.

I sometimes miss the natural manners in the barracks too.
Maybe I catch a few pilots in their free time, getting them two bottles of wine and a card game.
That should not harm anybody.
But I will stay sober, that is for sure.

"Wine gives a man nothing... it only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost."
[color=#00FF00]~Samuel Johnson~

[font=Century Gothic]Somehow this line came up my mind.
Well, time for my leave, they seem to be exploited already. Trying to impress me when I even was not watching.
Recruits. The cream of the crop.

[color=#00FF00]End of Journal entry

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