You were Japenese. Drafted onto one of the islands to fight with the Americans. You run from the bombs, your back again a tree, panting.

You feel someone on the other side. Whipping your head around to see a young, lengthy American soldier, your age. Freckles and red hair. Panting as-well. You jump away from the tree, making him jump. You two were both scared shitless, you grabbed for a grenade but he looked at you, that look in his eyes. Everything was telling you to put the grenade up.