The Never-ending Trail

[Banza]

Hobart stood there for a few moments, checking out Admiral's office.

-Nice colors sir. What a perfect sense for colors actually. You know sir, you could be artist. I love your office. I really do.-

Few moments of silence.

-Well.- Hobart continue -This aint easy sir. And it is fair complex story. And a long one too.
I will try to keep it simple and short. After all, you are quite busy Sir this days.
I need to talk you about Ensign Sipher Rockwell, Bretonia Armed Force officer. Or he used to be one.
Anyways. Kind of Goodmen type of bug. Very big mouth one. And very good pilot.
So, Sipher Rockwell joined our ranks some half year ago, before fall of upper Leeds to Kusari hands.
He served well in our ranks, but eh. Here is that complex part of story.
He was, shall we say, forced to leave Armed Force. Becouse of, family matters. Very important family matters. Sometimes we just cant ignore those who we call our close family members, can we Sir?

He was, er missing from duty, few weeks. Two months at most! But, yesterday, I finaly saw him again. At Essex bar, Dublin system.
He told me sad story, why he had to leave our ranks, in order to deal with family matters.
It was really touching one.

Reason, why I am here, speaking about that fella is... Well, leaving millitary ranks while at war, was never fine thing to do. He thought, he might have problems with he reapply in recruitment office. Act of desertion. Silly things if you ask me Sir. Did I mention how good pilot is he, Sir? I once saw him shooting off wings from Chimy.-

Hobart stop for few moments to catch air.

-Really Sir, you have 'that' sense for colors. Did you ever try to paint Sir?-