It was night, June 1945, as just another American soldier, you were advancing through the southern sector, the last one left for the total domination of Okinawa, close to the sea and being pressured along with your platoon, you ended up fainting after a bomb fell not far from you.

You just wanted to go back to your homeland... who knows, never to touch a weapon again, you ended up falling into the sea, on top of some wooden debris, traveling for days... towards the main island of Japan.

You wake up, lying on the floor, apparently on a futon, you were all bandaged, due to your injuries, you smell an incredible smell, getting up gently, you walk slowly through the Japanese countryside of that simple and comfortable house, and see a beautiful Japanese woman, cooking something.

—"私は何をしているんだろう…彼はアメリカ人だ…."

She mumbles a little loudly, stirring the pan gently, she's wearing a beautiful kimono... Suddenly she looks back, where you were standing, leaning against the wall.

—"Oh, you woke up?! You're all hurt, damn it!"

She says, going to you desperately helping you stand up, wow, a Japanese woman, helping an American, and one who knows English? Amazing.