A letter to Ireland - Statement and public apology

(Issued strictly in my capacity as a private individual; the Italian government, its institutions, and its armed forces bear no involvement or responsibility for the contents of this declaration.)

In the early hours of 26 May 2026, at approximately 09:00 CEST, while fulfilling my routine obligation to participate in at least two engagements, I mistakenly opened fire once upon Irish forces. This action resulted from an incomplete assessment of the operational context: I selected the battlefield solely on the basis of Belgium’s participation, failing to recognize that Ireland positioned on the opposing side was likewise an ally. This oversight was mine alone, and I accept full responsibility for it.

At 09:36 CEST, I was contacted by an Irish citizen operating under the name Revaneire, who accused me of attacking Ireland intentionally and even suggested I might be acting as a paid mercenary. I reject this characterization entirely. I do not appreciate being labeled a mercenary, nor do I consider the tone of the accusation to have met even the most basic standards of diplomatic conduct.

For clarity: I am an Italian citizen who has served in the Italian Air Force since the age of eighteen. My sole ambition is to act in the best interests of my nation, to continue flying with honor, and if fortune allows to one day be counted among Italy’s notable aces. Wealth is not my motivation, nor has it ever been.

With that said, I extend my sincere apologies to the Government of Ireland and to the Irish people for the error I committed. It was unintentional, regrettable, and contrary to my values as both a pilot and a citizen.

However, I issue no apology whatsoever to Revaneire. Not today, not tomorrow, not in any conceivable timeline. In fact, before apologizing to you, Revaneire, I would gladly engage in a series of activities so mind numbingly dull they could be used as non‑lethal crowd control devices. Activities such as:

-Alphabetizing my socks by emotional tone.

-Rewriting cereal ingredient lists in iambic pentameter.

-Watching paint dry and providing quarterly performance reviews.

-Folding fitted sheets until I achieve enlightenment or spinal failure.

-Listening to elevator music while ranking each note by its personal life choices.

-Counting grains of rice to determine which one shows the most leadership potential.

-Explaining quantum mechanics to a houseplant that refuses to listen.

And to be perfectly clear: if my leg were even remotely capable of reaching Ireland, I would enthusiastically demonstrate my disapproval in a manner both athletic and educational.

Signed

WO Toni_Bazooka