'A Brother in Arms'

I should have died that day over Avalon Dam. I had shot down the young pilot PJ with a single shot from my Morgan -02's laser and then Cipher and I, my old buddy, started to fight. I had managed to fire the V2 nuclear MIRV missile, but I was shot down before it could lock on by itself.

After I got hit and bailed out, I dragged my wounded body to ground Zero of the seven nuclear detonations, and almost gave up right then and there. The only thing that stopped me was that people were still living there, eking out an existence from the aid packages that where continually dropped in by Osean, Belkan, and Yuktobanian forces.

They nursed me back to health, and eventually, I went to the Usean Continent to start over from scratch. Unfortunately, I arrived right at the start of the Continental War. It made me sick to my stomach to fight again, but I had to if I wanted to survive.

I went to the border city of Delarus and I was fighting to see for myself what 'borders' really mean. Do we still NEED borders? Would getting rid of them change anything? Would the world change for the better or for the worse if we got rid of them? I don't know, but that's what I believed, and I think that's enough.

After the Circum-Pacific Conflict, a new power, the Soviet Union started trying to contact all the pilots who flew in the Belkan War, and I went to see what was going on. The main 'rally point' for the pilots was on Newfield Island, specifically, Alanfort Airbase. That wasn't too far away from where I was at the time, so I left my militia and went there.

When I arrived, I looked around, and saw somebody I recognized. I snuck up behind him, and said: "Yo buddy, you still alive?"