Milza Barley IV

Where am I? Do I know you? Oh, of course, pardon me, I didn't recognize your scars. How foolish of me, I am so sorry, it must be the stress. Yes, I have been in this position for years now, I am almost used to it, they tell me. Soon the war will end, the also tell me, and my confessional of lies will be even more useless than ever. Perhaps then I can go back to my life, if I can recall what it was. Oh, I am rambling on again, aren't I? So sorry, have we been introduced?