It would appear to Roger that this would be a good year. Having left university with an average grade he applied to join the Southern Alliance. He had taken the test and it would appear he had passed, not with flying colours perhaps but enough to get him in.
His parents were delighted with his achievment, coming from a modest background. He had not had a priveleged upbringing as some had. He had always worked hard to do the best his talents allowed. Now he faced a new challenge, it was like the unknown, what to look forward to, would he be accepted by his new collegues.
These were all questions that would be answered in time, but for now he looked forward to flight school and getting behind the controls of a fighter craft no matter what type.
At 21 was he old enough to take part in combat patrols, he hoped so, and was looking forward to spending time with his new collegues and defending liberty space.
