Strike Witches:Afrika Epilogue

I said farewell to Africa. I developed all of the film I took in Tobruk, where I was also able to send out copies to various people I had met.

Of course, I laughed when I saw that pictures of Marseille were enlarged very quickly and made into posters.

The picture of the Romagnan general was also bought by a newspaper. Apparently they thought it would be perfect for raising morale back home. Having made some money, I suppose I'll buy some Fuso sake alcohol I found among some supplies from Fuso, and have it sent to Marseille's base.

After all, I never got the chance to try a sake martini.

After having watched Marseille and her witches in action, I began to wonder if perhaps I could take to the air as a witch once again.

Air combat might be impossible, but I could at least fly. Pushing the Neuroi out of this world of ours does not depend solely on those fighting themselves. Spreading the word of all of these heroines to people all over the world, or teaching others how to fly... all of these are also worthwhile battles.

To do what I can do... I feel that I've found the wings of my new self.

Oberleutnant Marseille, let's meet once again. And when we do, we'll fly through these skies, together.

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