I looked blankly out the door as he went back to his vehicle (a small four door car.) I smilled but for some reason a tear ran down my cheek. I then reached into my packet to bring out a pendent that was shaped like a trident and had a eye skewered between the points. This symbol is what I pulled off the Erusean Prime Minister before I killed him during the Battle of Farbanti. Something of a memento if I do say so myself. Why I killed him? He was a man that started a war that engulfed a entire contenent. Just like Henri Rald, the Fuhrer of Belka during the Belkan War. It happend long ago, but I remember what happened that day before the war began...

April 12, 1995
Dinsmark AFB, Belka
200th Tactical Air Division

"HEIL!" One word that started each and every single greeting. Heil... I turned to my commanding officer, his face grimmaced at the sight of me.

"Heil." I replied, returning the salute.

"What is your name, Fledgeling Belk? " he asked, raising a eyebrow.

"Wolfgang Schmidt, Sir." I replied.

"Ah, Scmidt, The Fuehrer himself wants a word with you."

He lead me through the base outside of Dinsmark, the capital city of Belka. Morning was a pleasant time of day, unbeknowest to me, it would be the last pleasant morning for a while at the time. "How does he know me?"

"He only knows your ancestory thats all. Very intersesting indeed." the officer said as he read through my files. I caught a glimpse of the file:

Name: Wolfgang Schmidt(?)

Nationality: Belkan (Osean, Yuktobanian, Ustian mix)

A question mark after my last name? But thats always been my last name. I'm sure of it. I can only guess what other infomation they had on me. We then got out of the convertable and walked into the Reichstag. Two Rald SS guards showed us into the Fuhrer's Office. "Mein Fuhrer, Kaptain Schmidt of the Luftwaffe"

"Good, leave us." Henri Rald said as he watched the officer leave.

"Good, some privacy." Rald then sat down at his desk. His office had a map of Belka and the surrounding countries on the wall with a picture of King Dinsmark (The king who unified Belka in the 1800s). Outside the window was a monument of Dinsmark mounted on top of a calvary horse, a monument that was built after the First Belkan-Osean War (during the 1910s).

"Mein Fuhrer, why do you call me here?" I said as I glanced at a picture of him and a unknown man shaking hands.

"As a matter of Peace..." he said as he pour some Jagermeister in two glasses and gave me one. "And War... It is a matter of time before a war starts between us and Ustio."

"The resources in 'B7R' is the final key to peace and prosperity for Belka." Rald said as he pulled out a map of the Belkan-Ustian border. "We can use B7R as the invasion corridor."

"I understand." Why is he telling me this?

"You and a couple of handful of chosen pilots will be performing a raid on Wesson, Osea." Rald said as he then pulled out the map of Wesson and dropped in on top of the border map. "The Wesson Laser installation."

Is he serious? A strike on the most heavily defended postion in the entire Osean Federation? He continued to speak, "This is a order, not a favor. You will be transferred to Heirlark Airforce Base in order to meet up with your comrades. Then you will start the raid at precisely 12:00 BELKTIME. When the AWACS reports to me that the laser is destroyed, we will begin the blitzkrieg. Our land will be ours once more!"

"Yes Mein Fuhrer." I said as glanced at a picture of a man shaking hands with Rald on a bookcase. Unknown to me at the time it was of the Erusean Prime Minister Marcus Daniel.

The next day...

11:30 Heirlark AFB

"Here is the point of fire of the laser. A full 360 degree angle, similar to Excalibur." the Base commander said as he used a laser pointer to point at various parts of a map. The Phoenix will fly in and destroy the laser installation and hopefully the OADF will show up and allow us to shoot them down and we can finally have vengence for what they [the Oseans] did to us for the longest time."

I was The Phoenix, The One. In the room was: The Gelb Team, Wolfgang Buchner (who was Grabarc 1 at the time), Ashley Bernitz (Grabarc 2), and the rest of the Grabarc squadron, and finally Griswing squadron (members of a renowned B-2 Bomber squadron).

After the shortest breifing over, Buchner hunted me down and asked to speak with me. "Schmidt, a provoked attack against Osea is not wise."

"I know, but we have no choice, I have no choice. If I don't do this, my honor will be stripped."

"No! Either way your honor will be stripped. Rald is sneaky. He has plans that even I, a LT. Col. of the BAF don't know of."

"Pops I will be fine."

"Don't call me that. It makes me feel old."

"You are like a father to me. I have a right so to speak.."

"Your pride will be the death of you Schmidt." said a voice from the shadows. It was Bernitz. "And good luck. May the Belkfrauleins wait for you when you land."

"ALL PILOTS! TO YOUR ASSIGNED AIRCRAFT!" said a voice over the intercom.

"Let's get going." Buchner said as we head out to the hanger.