"Do you think this is easy?"
Candide knew I have been drinking too much.

"Sending people to die?
Do you really think this is easy?
Who the fuck do you think I am?
Do you think I want to send my friends to die?

These are choices that no man should make.
These are choices that should never be made!"

I love my pilots.
I never fly with heathens.
These are my brothers.
These are my friends.

I send them out.
I alone make this decision.
I choose the time.
I choose the place.

They are loyal to me
and to me alone.
What do you think?
Do you think this is a game?

Oh don't be so sure of yourself.
The hard choice is yet to made.
But I alone will make it.