'A Man Who Upholds Honour'
I was busy with the family business after the War's conclusion. It was fairly routine work, but it wasn't as interesting as when I was flying. During the Belkan War, I had been called an Ace because of my flying. In fact, I actually got my nickname from just that.
I still remember it clearly to this day: "Blue Herron". I flew under the code of knighthood, and it's not really surprising because I'm a descendent of the Belkan Knights. We protect the meek, and give our lives for honour, although that doesn't mean that we are generous, for generosity will cost us are lives.
Around a decade after the Belkan war, I was approached by an Osean reporter, who asked if he could talk to me about the Belkan War, and about Him, The Demon Lord. I was originally assigned to the stable Eastern Front for an air Superiority mission, but that was changed to Area B7R, the Round Table.
I was certain I would win against him because the pilot was still young, and had yet to master the rules of combat, but in the end, I was shot down. I'm still not quite sure how it happened, but I had to accept that fact.
Anyways, I took some time out of my schedule to have the interview, and I found that talking about him made me realise how badly I wanted to go back up and fly again.
But because of my business, I knew I couldn't. I then thought of something: perhaps just because I couldn't fly, that didn't mean that I couldn't have someone else go in my place. I told my wife about sending our daughter, Trisha, to fly. She always wanted to be just like me when I told her about my war stories, but she had no real intention of taking over the business.
My guess for that is that she didn't want to end up behind a desk for the rest of her life like I was.
My wife agreed, I called a few of my old friends in the military, and they called some of the people in the Soviet Union. She was let in with open arms, but we had all agreed that she send a letter home at least every two days so that we knew she was okay.
