Log - Cpt. William Charleston

'''Log - Cpt. William Charleston''' is a holodisk stored in Elder Kettle's house. It was made by Royal Air Force captain William Charleston a few days after the How I Can Make the World Great speech, which ended with an evacuation (which would be also known as Operation Lightning Hammer.

Transcript
Personal log. Royal Air Force Captain William Charleston. This past Sunday, April 13th while en route to Elder Kettle's house, our British Aerospace 146 crashed into the roof of this museum. The cause: explosions fired from RPG-7 rocket launchers by several Russian soldiers, Ivan Kuznetsov, Boris Smirnov, Fyodor Kedrov and Vladimir Magomedov. Several, in fact. From the intel I've gathered, they have been deployed via parachutes from their drop from an Ilyushin Il-76 Candid. The co-pilot was killed on impact. Pilot died of her injuries a day later. Day after that, Hiyake and Wagner were shot by some scared, desperate grownup survivors in semi-formal clothing, Mr. Wayne Tylerson, Ms. Wilhelmina Stanton, Mrs. Tasha Shaffner, Mr. Louis Deville, Mr. Gabriel Prescott, Mr. Michael Saratoga, Mrs. Kyla Winters and Ms. Charlotte Banks. Then McGregor took off running. Haven't seen him since. Also, Su Ji-Hoon, the Preschool Girls, Fiona Frizzle, Arnold Perlstein, Carlos Ramon, Dorothy Ann Rourke, Jyoti Kaur, Keesha Franklin, Ralphie Tennelli, Tim Jamal, Wanda Li, Yang Xiao Long, the Dark Lord Knight, Su Ji-Min, Su Seong, Su Seung-Hyeon, Su Hyeon-U and Su Woo-Sung were left abandoned from me after they were finally arrested again by Stephen Walmington of the Confederate Army, Hans von Kluge of the Wehrmacht, James Hutchinson of the Redcoat Army, Lu Wanxiang of the People's Liberation Army, Park Min-Jeung of the Korean People's Army, Mikhail Dubolazov of the Russian Ground Forces, Mahabad Ghorbani of the Islamic Republic of Iran Army, Zakir Sharma of the Pakistani Army and Eduardo Restrepo of the Venezuelan Army. Now it's my turn to go AWOL, if that concept even applies anymore. My armor's fusion core is burned out by a Tevinter Imperium Army soldier named Gordon Harmon, so I guess my piloting days are done. I'm heading back to South Streegras, on foot, to see if my sister survived all this. She's got an apartment on Vancouver Street. This is Bill Charleston, signing out. Good luck. And rule Brittania, Brittania rules the waves. Or what's left of it.