<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room </strong></div><br/>She stood in the middle of the room, holding onto the tables edge to keep herself upright.<br/><br/>"Y..You asked me before if I had another personal problem with you.  I...I do!  You make me angry!  My...my older brother John served under you. He would come home and brag about having the best damn commanding officer to serve under.  H..he worshiped you!  Always talked about how bad ass you where.  I swear there where stars in his eyes every time your name was brought up.  Our family would tease him about it, but he would just shrug and say that it was an honor that any military man would kill to have.  And than one day we stopped hearing from him, we got notice a few weeks later that he had been killed in the battle of Hades.  We didn't even get his body back it had been blown to bits. "  She swayed a little on her feet.<br/><br/>"When I joined up my father pitched a fit, but I knew that I wanted to walk in his foot steps.  I wanted to work under you for so long and now...now you make me feel inadequate!"  her swaying stopped and she sank down into her seat, taking another shot.