Location Confirmed: Brandenburg Border Station, New Berlin.
Neural Net ID: Flieger, Heinrich Kraus.
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Guten tag, mein vorgesetzten. It has been some time since the Das Wilde incident. Yet, my dreams are still haunted by the voices of those that cry out and who are no longer among us. I have decided that instead of wallowing in self-pity, I'll take charge and never let this happen again. From this moment forward, I'll never see another brother in arms struck down by the treacherous infected dogs.
I have finalized the preparations for my bomber, while my Wraith is being mostly rebuilt. The Bergelmir is my new pride and joy. She will deliver swift justice to the enemies of the Vaterland and I will do my best to be the hands, eyes and mouth of the Chancellor.
Today was my first patrol in the Bergelmir and I must confess it to be rather uneventful. I had the chance to strike up decent conversation with a Daumann vessel that told me he thought he had seen Red Hessians, but I found none in my patrols of the core systems.
After my patrols, I reported to Battleship Strausberg for any particular missions. Whether the Daumann captain was indeed correct, or this was a very strange coincidence, I am uncertain, but I was sent with a small detachment to clear out a Hessian base in the nearby asteroid belt. Of course, these minor foes to our glorious nation were promptly eliminated. Still, it pains me to see fellow Rheinlanders die. Why do things have to be this way? My faith in the Chancellor is unshakable, but how could these others be so willing to lay down their life and die for a blind ideal? Perhaps time will be the only one to answer these questions truthfully, but I digress. I maintained a constant vigil until my shift ended and I returned to The Strausberg, to hit the rack and close my eyes. Whenever I do, I still see the Neuss' destruction. I think I finally understand some of our best soldiers are cold. Sometimes you have to be.