- sorry son, there's nothin' we can do for you, we won't take a Nip in any of the other regiments
- there's gotta be something you can do, c'mon, you can't turn down five folks lookin' for battle, all the doughboys out there must be tired by now, send 'em back so we can get out! Eh boys?
- ..I like your ambition kid, but I still don't trust you to go in with all the boys actually putting the work in.. you can join the 442nd when more of them end up dead, welcome to the army boys
- you okay over there Jappy? No regrets eh? Why don't you crawl back home, better yet, why don't you take that knife, and put it right in your throat, then you'll have done us all a real favour..
- shut your mouth Yankee, and we will keep ours closed too..
The recruiter says slightly grumpy, most folk nowadays don't really enjoy the company of your kind. You and your friends sigh and shuffle around on your feet, mumbling amoungst eachother before the youngest of you all, a boy only 18 named Shingeru speaks up
There's a little cheer amongst your group and you all seem pretty happy, you want to prove that you aren't like your so called 'friends overseas'
NOVEMBER 24TH 1945 SOUTHERN PACIFIC FRONT
You feel like shit, dirt blurs the features of your face together and bruises lace your body, your skin is pulled tought over your thin muscles and brittle bones, the rifle on your back is probably heavier than you are, despite this, you persist
One of the American recruits says, he is younger than you by a little but acts as if he owns your entire group, there were once 6 of you, now it is only you, Jaisho and Shingeru. You stay silent at the American's giggles, he wobbles along happily chuckling like a great fat pig.. he even eats like one, especially with the rations that are supplied only to the 'pure americans' like them..
Shingeru says coldly, war has changed him for the worst. Besides you a tank rolls, a rotting head off a IJA soldier sits on the antenna, maggots crawl through it's skull and flies swarm it.