GOVERNMENT MEMO

CLASSIFIED

INTERNAL MEMORANDUM
1945.0731514

TOPIC:

PROJECT MIRACLE INITIATIVE; HUMAN ANATOMICAL MODIFICATIONS FOR IMPENDING MARTIAL ENDEAVOR.

FROM:

LIEUTENANT GENERAL OF THE MEDICAL SERVICE, CHIEF OF MEDICAL ADMINISTRATION; BIOLOGICAL & CHEMICAL RESEARCH APPLICATION ENTREPRENEUR.

TO:

DIRECTOR OF DEFENSE, SPECIAL PLANNING, IMPERIAL LEADER SECRETARIAT.

[FAILURE OF AMERICA’S INFLICTIONS WITH ATOMIC ARSENAL UPON HIROSHIMA CITY FOLLOWED BY NAGASAKI CITY HAS INSTITUTED THE MANCHUKUO UNITS OF THE GREATER EAST EMPIRE IN THE MANUFACTURING & REQUITAL DEPLOYMENT OF BIOCHEMICAL ARSENAL; WESTERN ATOMIC ENDEAVORS DEEMED INFEASIBLE]

NOTE: SINCE 2/13/38, THE EPIDEMIC PREVENTION & WATER PURIFICATION DEPARTMENT ISSUED COALITION WITH THE VETERINARIAN SURGERY DEPARTMENT & THE DISABILITY REHABILITATION DEPARTMENT, FAVORING AID TO PROJECT MIRACLE ENDEAVORS ON CHŌSEN PROVINCES.

ON 8/9/45, DISCRETION BY THE CHIEF OF ARMY GENERAL STAFF & FROM THE FORMER REICH’S EMBASSY OF BERLIN DISMISSED. AT 16:49, SUCCESS OF PX-OPERATIONS ABROAD & SINO-INTELLIGENCE REGARDING BORDER DEPLOYMENT OF ISHII BOMBS CONVEYED TO UNIT #514 OF NORTH KANKYO PROVINCE BY UNIT #731: RECEIPT CONFIRMED. PROJECT MIRACLE FIELD TESTING IN BOUND…

…Seasons lapsed… Countless innocents more have passed. And so was a parting thought shared amongst the departed:

The war’s an insurmountable agony… Seeing now the deficit of our wish fulfillment upon earth… We yearned to suspend our belief of what we’ve known in life… To resolve with the finality of life and its troubles or to continue vouching for mercy through hope’s entropy… eternal rest had not been a poor outlook for us. In truth, lives were prolonged for the spite of it all… The ill-omened irony of our dogmas beheld.

The Sun bowed across the peninsula toward the mainland skyline—afar lies North Kankyo’s summits and the Union State’s borderline. Rason and Seishin city spanned along highlands screening off the stretch of death beyond. White caps beckoning the eye away from below the Red Army’s thwarted siege: skin and wire enmesh. No longer does it stick to bone—the pustule-ridden flesh.

Gusts lapping into your ears off the coastline—vinegary air that chafed the nostrils and throat with the scent of sea brine. Froth stirred along the coast; induced by a malignant chemical bond—staunching the smell of the deceased that never ceased. The air differed no more yesteryear than today anywhere else like a perpetual nightmare in resonance.

Illness choked cities into suffocating silence—the neighboring Sino-Republic hasn’t been given an iota of reprieve to breath. The air heavy with plague and sulphur in the lungs. Last breaths huffed for strength against the Empire; hexing one’s spite or a final push of the bayonet—idle breath was not worth the choking in bleeding phlegm. And for those left impaired and traumatized within the Empire’s sovereignties were taken by the Disability Rehabilitation Department. Hearsay, none returned… Crunching sand. Each step of yours embroidered the land.

Dimming daylight fell to twilight. The dark panorama of dusk sky and inky sea intertwine. Moonlight then shimmered off the tide far along the froth-rimmed shoreline to unveil a scene from myth: Amidst the foaming coast knelt a four-winged silhouette— A miracle manifest.

“ … what can I do now…? I don’t kn-know…” the voice soft and low, a wind’s tremble, nearly drowned out by the surf crashing against their rippling gown of white sprawled over the water’s edge—bowed akin to prayer in the swashing spume. Veiling wings, an ivory canopy under the moon…