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"
Right
,
then
.
Take
a
seat
.
"
He
ran
his
hand
through
his
hair
and
patted
the
ground
.
I
sat
down
as
a
gust
of
ocean
wind
blew
between
us
.
"
I
was
on
Ishigaki
,
you
know
,
"
Ferrell
began
.
"
Musta
been
at
least
ten
years
ago
.
Jackets
back
then
were
cheap
as
hell
.
There
was
this
place
near
the
crotch
-
right
about
here
-
where
the
plates
didn
’
t
meet
quite
right
.
Rubbed
right
through
your
skin
.
And
the
places
that
had
scabbed
over
during
training
would
rub
through
again
when
you
got
into
battle
.
Hurt
so
bad
some
guys
refused
to
crawl
on
the
ground
.
They
’
d
get
up
and
walk
right
in
the
middle
of
a
fight
.
You
could
tell
’
em
it
would
get
’
em
killed
,
but
there
were
always
a
few
who
got
up
anyway
.
Might
as
well
have
walked
around
with
targets
painted
on
their
chests
.
"
Ferrell
whistled
like
a
falling
shell
.
"
Whap
!
Lost
a
bunch
of
men
that
way
.
"
Ferrell
had
a
mix
of
Japanese
and
Brazilian
blood
in
him
,
but
he
came
from
South
America
.
Half
that
continent
had
been
ravaged
by
the
Mimics
.
Here
in
Japan
,
where
high
-
tech
was
cheaper
than
good
food
,
our
Jackets
were
precision
pieces
of
machinery
.
Still
,
there
were
plenty
of
countries
where
it
was
all
they
could
do
to
send
their
troops
off
with
a
gas
mask
,
a
good
old
-
fashioned
rocket
launcher
,
and
a
prayer
.
Forget
about
artillery
or
air
support
.
Any
victory
they
did
happen
to
win
was
short
-
lived
.
Nanobots
spilling
from
Mimic
corpses
would
eat
the
lungs
out
of
whatever
soldiers
that
were
left
.
And
so
,
little
by
little
,
lifeless
desert
spread
through
the
lands
people
once
called
home
.
Ferrell
came
from
a
family
of
farmers
.
When
their
crops
started
to
fail
,
they
chose
to
abandon
their
land
and
move
to
one
of
the
islands
in
the
east
,
safe
havens
protected
by
the
wonders
of
technology
.
Families
with
people
serving
in
the
UDF
were
given
priority
for
immigration
,
which
is
how
Ferrell
came
to
join
the
Japanese
Corps
.
These
"
Immigration
Soldiers
,
"
as
they
were
known
,
were
common
in
the
Armored
Infantry
.
"
You
ever
hear
the
expression
kiri
-
oboeru
?
"
"
What
?
"
I
asked
,
startled
to
hear
the
Japanese
.
