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"
EIGHT
HUNDRED
!
"
Fuck
OFF
!
Our
shadows
were
crisp
and
clear
under
the
scorching
sun
.
The
company
’
s
flag
snapped
and
fluttered
high
above
the
field
.
The
wind
that
buffeted
the
training
grounds
reeked
of
salt
and
left
a
briny
layer
of
slime
on
our
skin
.
There
,
motionless
in
the
middle
of
that
gargantuan
training
field
,
141
men
from
the
17th
Company
of
the
Armored
Infantry
Division
held
their
iso
push
-
ups
.
Three
platoon
leaders
stood
,
as
motionless
as
their
men
,
one
in
front
of
each
platoon
.
Our
captain
watched
over
the
scene
with
a
grimace
from
the
shade
of
the
barracks
tent
.
Sitting
beside
him
was
a
brigadier
general
from
the
General
Staff
Office
.
The
general
who
’
d
opened
his
mouth
and
started
this
farce
was
probably
off
sipping
green
tea
in
an
air
-
conditioned
office
.
Cocksucker
.
A
general
was
a
being
from
the
heavens
above
.
A
being
perched
on
a
gilded
throne
,
higher
than
me
,
higher
than
Yonabaru
,
higher
than
Ferrell
,
higher
than
the
lieutenant
in
charge
of
our
platoon
,
the
captain
in
charge
of
our
company
,
the
lieutenant
colonel
in
charge
of
our
battalion
;
higher
than
the
colonel
in
charge
of
our
regiment
,
higher
even
than
the
base
commander
.
The
generals
were
the
gods
of
Flower
Line
and
all
who
trained
,
slept
,
and
shat
within
its
walls
.
So
high
,
they
seemed
distant
and
unreal
.
Generals
didn
’
t
steal
liquor
.
They
were
early
to
bed
,
early
to
rise
,
always
brushing
their
teeth
after
every
meal
,
never
skipping
a
morning
shave
-
goddamned
messiahs
.
Generals
went
into
battle
facing
death
with
their
chins
held
high
,
calm
as
you
please
.
Hell
,
all
they
had
to
do
was
sit
back
in
Nagano
drawing
up
their
battle
plans
.
One
order
from
them
and
us
mortals
on
the
front
lines
would
move
like
pawns
across
a
chessboard
to
our
grisly
fates
.
I
’
d
like
to
see
just
one
of
them
here
with
us
in
the
mud
.
We
had
our
own
rules
down
here
.
Which
is
probably
why
they
stayed
away
.
Hell
,
if
one
of
them
showed
,
I
’
d
see
to
it
a
stray
bullet
put
them
on
the
KIA
list
.
This
was
the
least
damning
thought
running
through
my
head
,
any
one
of
which
would
have
been
enough
to
send
me
to
a
firing
squad
.
The
brass
in
the
tent
weren
’
t
the
only
spectators
around
to
watch
our
torture
.
The
guys
in
4th
Company
were
really
laughing
it
up
.
A
while
back
we
beat
them
in
an
intramural
rugby
match
by
more
than
thirty
points
,
so
I
guess
they
felt
this
was
some
sort
of
twisted
payback
.
The
liquor
we
’
d
swiped
was
for
them
too
,
so
this
display
of
solidarity
was
touching
.
What
a
bunch
of
assholes
.
If
they
got
into
trouble
on
Kotoiushi
,
I
sure
as
hell
wasn
’
t
going
to
bail
them
out
.
The
U
.
S
.
Spec
Ops
and
some
journalist
imbedded
in
their
squad
had
gathered
around
the
field
to
watch
us
from
a
safe
distance
.
Maybe
they
didn
’
t
do
iso
push
-
ups
where
they
came
from
,
but
whatever
the
reason
,
they
were
pointing
their
fat
fingers
at
us
and
laughing
.
The
breeze
coming
off
the
water
picked
up
their
voices
and
dumped
them
on
us
.
