Did I ever tell you boys about the glory days in the RAF? Yeah, when the Gulf War happened, I had already gotten my wings. It was a wonderful time to be to alive let me tell you, a year of fighter jet combat that glorified our aces.

Where was I? Ah yes, see me and some of my geese, that's what we called ourselves back then, the Fightin' Geese, it was a joke because sometimes we'd get a bunch of them fuckin' poultry ramming our jets in flight, had a pretty red mess to clean up let me tell you.

So me and some of the geese flew off into the wild blue yonder, we were looking for a few targets down below, fuckin' Americans mate, fuckin' Americans, they need our help and don't even have the bright idea to tell us where to drop our loads. Sorry, I know some of you guys like being American, so uh, where was I? Uh, yeah. So this is what happened, me and some of the geese found a few juicy targets, my boys loved using their bombs, me? I liked more personal things, so I dropped a bunch o' fletchettes onto their heads. I loved seeing them explode into bloody gore and being torn to shreds, put a right smile on my face, then I got called in for "war crimes" I'll tell you, that was a fuckin' travesty back then.