» Sorry kid, we ain't recruiting you.. I mean, we are at war with your kind «

The recruiter spoke, you and your friends all seemed a bit down, one of them, a quite scholarly boy, only 18 years of age, and a good friend speaks;

» there has to be a way? Come on, «

Shigeru spoke before the recruiter checked his papers once again, he sighs and then looks back at you and your mates once again, pondering for a while before speaking again

» I guess.. I guess you could join the 442nd, they are likely to loose a couple soon «

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NOVEMBER 24TH 1945 SOUTH PACIFIC FRONT

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Your bones ache. Your eyes hurt. Your skin is tight above your paper-thin layer of muscles and bones that barely maintain the form of a human.. The light of the sun still shines bright despite Christmas not being too far off, you want to go home, but you don't want to prove the other "pure-americans" right..

» you alright over there Jappy? Heheh.. you ready the give up just about yet? Leave this country and go help your friends over in Japan? You dirty little Nip.. «

A man from across the campfire speaks, he is in your squad only due to the fact that Shingeru was killed a couple days ago and a replacement was needed, when they get a new recruit he'll be heading back to the 101st airborne soon enough,