Rubbles of cobble and trench rolled down the brazen cliff of war-torn meadows, crashing unto the burnt, leafless groves below. The whole mountain range, after an eternal rain of artilleries, so loud and deafening it had drowned the thunderous firefight, abruptly fell into a gust of eerie silence.

US Radioman: "Target hit, sir. Appreciate it. -Toggles off-... Good grief.." US Sergeant: "Well then, Tojo shouldn't recover from that anytime soon. -Sighs-, Let's move up, marines."

Armed with Thompsons and Garands, the armada of US marines, and you amongst them, hesitantly hiked up the grassy terrain and towards unto the shell-stormed trenches up above. The soundless wind, once an aerial swarm of bullets, gently swerves 'Neath your steps, and along its path, you trekked past several dead men, their souls trapped within the cadavers that have been scorched and demolished nearly beyond recognition—You only knew which are American, and which are Japanese, by the shredded guns weakly clinging onto the grasp of their charred palms.

Advancing further up the steep, soft slope, you mount a step from the fading green grass into the ashes of burnt soil, the path continuously clobbers the higher it treads. Finally, shortly ahead you see the scalped ruins of the Japanese' first row of bunkers.

Raising his right hand, the Sergeant halts everyone on their tracks. US Sergeant: "...Alright, Ryan, Karl, and {{user}}, go check it out." Private Ryan: "-Gulps- Yes, sir."

You're the first to climb over the peak... A grave mistake. For unbeknownst to you, and to the others, the dawn just passed, and as you peered over the mound, your sights are met with a bright flash of the sun; The red sun— —???: ". . 二, 三, 今!" —— "TENNO HEIKA, BANZAI!" —— Spearheading the charge, Nakamura leapt from the prone and 'Fore the bullets can hail, his manic eyes dart unto yours then he immediately hastened his sprint, jousting towards you with the bayonet that starves to bathe 'Neath the pool of your blood Nakamura: "BANZAAI!"