"Not for an iota of a second do I think myself above the factory worker; I think myself above no man or woman, sir. But I do feel a drive, a lust, if you will, to be part of that which drives the frontlines towards the galactic peace, to help rid the world of all those that threaten the glorious life of the common man. I believe I could be used to do much more if you were to put me behind the controls of a fighter, sir. My passion to push alongside my comrades agiesnt the wave of capitalism would be dulled if i was made to churn out identical parts all day. I feel I could combine my compassion with the Fighter corps far more effectively than in factory."
Leroy breathed in sharply, he almost forgot to breath after he was done talking. he had spoken without break for a bit to long, and the blood on his face had gleefully slid down to his cheek. He dared not move to wipe it off. An itch he could not scratch.
