Jesse
Jesse James blames himself for the death of his first wingman early in The War. He could have saved her, you see. It just would have killed him. He has always wondered if he saw how to do it at the time and just didn’t because he didn’t want to die. I did not recognize his doubts at the time, but I pulled him onto my wing, along with our good buddy Ken Banno. The two of them covered my butt rather well and I was quick to give him good marks on all the paperwork we had to do. Then we managed to recruit some replacements for our losses at Alpha Centauri, and he got a new wingman. Louis Mattioli. He passed all of my tests, and everything suggested he and Jesse would be good wingmates. They were. Jesse commanded him well all the way up to Epsilon Reticuli. Yeah. Epsilon Reticuli.
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