Isabella Rambles a bit.

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.
None of that top gun buggershite that made you feel like a right poofter for watching it, fookin' Tom Cruise and his bitch-boy good looks.
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.