Location Confirmed: Battleship Strausberg, New Berlin.
Neural Net ID: Flieger, Heinrich Kraus.
[color=#FF0000]Transmission Begin
[color=#FFFFFF]Tonight as I removed my uniform, my symbol of authority. My uniform, the one thing that visibly defines me as a soldier and defender . . . my mind is weary. Though it is a great amalgamation of things that make a soldier, I myself cannot define it. I have begun to question what is in myself that even makes me a soldier.
As I took my newly repaired Wraith out for a patrol, I came across two people in Braunschweig. I must confess, I had quite a shock. I saw a large Junker vessel in front of me and with this person, one of our own. Instantly my mind rushed to a negative conclusion, something I'm trying to break myself of. I had heard the name Gunther Rall before at the academy, but only among the chatter of the mess hall or as my superiors spoke in their private quarters. A hero and a legend . . . the very kind of person I hope to one day become. This same man was looking down the barrel of his Hornvipers at me with malcontent.
It has only been a few short months since my incident with the Das Wilde. Why was this man with a Junker and why would he even continue to show his face after, by his own words, 'resigning'? My mind reeled as I tried to find the answers and was confronted by only more questions of my own and insults from a former superior. The tension was thick as I dodged veiled threats in my search for the truth. Herr Rall made mention that he was waiting for someone and that someone finally arrived. Herr Steinke of the Valkyries made his way into Braunschweig to address these two.
Such cloak and dagger diplomacy I am not familiar with. I know there is chaos within our ranks these days, but truly has the sheer depth of it never been revealed to me until tonight. Sometimes I wonder who the military really follows. Is it our glorious Gott Kanzler, or our military tacticians? After the death of my father, I think I wanted to escape the confines of my own mind so much that I joined just so I'd never have to think for myself again. Does blind servitude make a soldier? Does zeal and passion make a soldier? I've fought hard just to become a Flieger and I won't back down now. I've chosen a life of servitude to Rheinland, but I cannot help but wonder if everyone else's priorities have shifted due to the rising tensions lately. It is a difficult thing to gauge your loyalty to your brothers in arms against that of your entire homeland.
When does a man or a woman turn their back on their duty to follow their ideals? When does zeal for nation turn into self-righteousness? Without sounding like a cliche, this is the route our enemies have taken. A wish to reform Rheinland that they enforce with defiance, empty rhetoric and eventually terrorism. Truly, I must wonder where the loyalties of some of my superiors lay. I dare not write more on the matter, for I don't wish for this entry to fall into hostile eyes, but now more than ever have the limits of my loyalty begun to be tested. I will not yield to those who serve themselves or each other. I serve only one and that is The Kanzler. Only his wisdom and strength will lead us out of the encroaching darkness that threatens to consume us all.
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