Talya, my sweetheart, my Canim. In the end, I sometimes wonder what the Great War really accomplished for us? Out in the Levantine Deserts, as we set out daily to police another raided settlement, log another bombed train, I do not believe we have gained much.

*A deep sigh* I am tired, canim. And tired men look for strong ones to guide them. I cast our fates now with the Vizier Kemal. The one man who held faith, when all others gave up. The man who broke the corrupt Young Turks, and pushed the British from our homeland.

He sends me to the Middle-East, the lands of al-Saud, Egypt, Rashidi. There are rumblings in the West, Canim. A new ideology, Syndicalism, spreads through our defeated Entente enemies. The winds of war blow Eastwards, my love, as they have always done. I would tell you I am taking this posting to support the Vizier, to secure our land. But we both know I just need… time. Farewell, Canim. I wish I were a stronger man.