I conducted my first group patrol today. It was rather nice to flex my authority as a Hauptgefreiter. Already I can feel myself becoming more confident in my ability to lead others. I also had the opportunity to try out the new training Herr Rall has been giving me. He's truly a gem among men. An ace pilot and exemplary person that's humble enough to put a Flieger to shame.

When I first joined the military, I couldn't understand the unyielding camaraderie these men and women shared. My will was iron clad for the mighty Gott Kanzler, but as I've grown and experienced more, it makes sense. We all are the hand of the Chancellor. Each member a finger of a hand attached to a long arm of justice. Each finger must work in unison with the other to serve as a hand up to our brothers or a clenched fist to foes. Our lives are in each other's hands and together we defend the highest objective, the blessed Vaterland itself.

It feels like a lifetime ago that I came from Nuremberg and that factory. Though I can feel the lashes of my dead father's black heart in each inch of twisted flesh that I'm bound in, I also feel the liberation that service has brought. To know that I lay my life down for my land and that my saint of a mother can lay her weary head on her pillow and find respite in a silent night . . . I would gladly again accept this wretched husk that I reside in for that.

Fellow Hauptgefreiter, Fischer hailed me as I left Braunschweig and we came together as he asked for my help with an insolent trader. Apparently, he was attempting to flee. I'm glad I typically keep cruise disruptor mounted on my Wraith. I knocked out his cruise engines and Leon and I confronted him. He was carrying counterfeit software. I have little time to trifle with those that refuse orders. I threatened him and even took his shields down, yet he proceeded to play stupid and refuse to drop his contraband. After he attempted escape several more times, Leon continued to try his hardest to remain polite and instructed him to remain put. Finally, I could take no more and informed my companion that I would be opening fire. His attempt to destroy me was pitiful. Though the turrets mounted on his vessel were very powerful, his aim was poor against my agile Wraith. Rheinland is not a joke and I will not have any dummer arsch making a mockery of me or my fellow soldiers. He was quickly dispatched. Perhaps this will serve as a lesson to those who would take Rheinland law lightly.

After this altercation, I was hailed by an RFP officer who was under attack in Hamburg. Fischer could not join me, so I took my leave and traveled to the Hamburg coordinates the officer transmitted to my navigational charts. When I arrived, the officer had been fighting a Hessian and a Unioner along with a DHC hired gun. His ships were quite damage and I relieved him so he didn't suffer complete loss of hull integrity. The DHC fighter joined me, but he was already in some disrepair. Together we managed to slowly grind our enemies down until we could receive backup from the Flieger in my last report, Elsa Bjorn. She was able to pass me some nanobots just in time and I jumped back into the fray.

I called the DHC fighter off as the situation was well in the military's hands. I didn't want a slaughter. I always give our enemies a chance to see the light of justice, but these two refused and soon after, the Hessian was killed. His partner fearing for his own life began to escape into the nearby asteroid belt. A mouthy freelancer chased him down against my orders. I know better than to follow terrorists into shady places. I assumed the freelancer would find his reward for ignoring me within the belt and I instructed Flieger Bjorn to return with me to Braunschweig. No need for one of our pups to see the end of her life for no reason.

As we returned back to the the Moselle, I informed Herr Fischer of our partial victory and then powered down my wraith and prepared to file the paperwork that now lays before you.