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"
You
gotta
be
kidding
!
We
’
re
goin
’
into
battle
tomorrow
,
and
you
’
re
sending
us
off
for
PT
?
"
"
That
’
s
an
order
,
Corporal
.
"
"
Sir
,
we
’
ll
report
to
the
No
.
1
Training
Field
at
oh
-
nine
-
hundred
in
full
fourth
-
tier
equipment
,
sir
!
But
one
thing
,
Sarge
.
We
been
doin
’
that
liquor
raid
for
years
.
Why
give
us
a
hard
time
about
it
now
?
"
"
You
really
want
to
know
?
"
Ferrell
rolled
his
eyes
.
Leaving
the
conversation
I
’
d
heard
before
behind
,
I
escaped
to
the
infirmary
.
I
was
standing
at
the
gate
that
divided
the
base
from
the
outside
world
.
The
guard
who
checked
my
ID
raised
his
eyebrows
doubtfully
.
There
was
an
extra
layer
of
security
on
the
base
thanks
to
the
U
.
S
.
crew
’
s
visit
.
Although
the
Japanese
Corps
oversaw
general
base
security
,
the
balance
of
power
with
the
U
.
S
.
prevented
them
from
interfering
with
anything
under
U
.
S
.
jurisdiction
.
Luckily
,
U
.
S
.
security
didn
’
t
have
any
interest
in
anyone
that
wasn
’
t
one
of
their
own
.
Without
leave
papers
from
a
commanding
officer
,
Keiji
Kiriya
wasn
’
t
getting
off
the
base
.
But
the
U
.
S
.
soldiers
could
come
and
go
as
they
pleased
,
and
all
they
had
to
do
was
flash
an
ID
.
Everyone
used
the
same
gate
,
so
if
I
got
an
American
guard
,
he
might
let
me
through
,
no
questions
asked
.
All
they
cared
about
was
keeping
undesirables
away
from
their
precious
Special
Forces
squad
.
A
recruit
trying
to
go
AWOL
wasn
’
t
likely
to
catch
their
eye
.
The
guard
must
not
have
seen
many
Japanese
ID
cards
,
because
he
stared
at
mine
for
a
long
time
.
The
machine
that
checked
IDs
just
logged
who
passed
through
the
gate
.
No
need
to
panic
.
Why
would
they
change
the
system
up
the
day
before
an
attack
?
The
muscles
in
my
stomach
tensed
.
The
guard
was
looking
back
and
forth
between
me
and
my
card
,
comparing
the
blurry
picture
with
my
face
.
The
cut
on
my
temple
burned
.
The
sawbones
who
tended
to
me
in
the
infirmary
gave
me
three
stitches
without
any
painkiller
.
Now
it
was
sending
searing
bolts
of
electricity
shooting
through
my
body
.
The
bones
in
my
knee
creaked
.
