Life hasn't been easy for this world-renowned fighter pilot. After countless air battles over the Pacific I thought our victory would be assured against those dreaded round-eyed Yankees. But sadly our efforts have taken a turn for the worse. You would think that after our valiant strike against our enemies at Pearl Harbor that our efforts in the Pacific would have been unchallenged. Sadly, however, that is not the case. It has been a long, uphill battle. No matter how many enemy planes I shoot down it just doesn't seem to be enough. What's a fighter pilot to do?! Admiral Onishi has gathered my squadron together. Apparently he has a new battle plan that will inevitably bring glory to our magnificent Emperor and I can't wait to hear it. I bet he's been reading the input that I've been putting in the fighter pilot suggestion box . I wonder which one he thought was the most inspiring? Comfortable pillows in the cockpit? Bigger bullets? Oh my mind is racing! Whatever plans my glorious Admiral has in mind, you can bet I'm right there with him! Oh wait here he comes! C'mon pillows!

Well needless to say my glorious Admiral didn't use any of my suggestions. In fact he went in a totally different direction. Now normally I wouldn't disagree with the choices of a superior officer but in this case I feel a bit torn. Kamikaze? Kamikaze?! Where's the logic behind that? I'm sitting there listening to my fearless leader give us a bit of a pep talk. "Men, you've been doing a great job so far. The Emperor and myself are all really proud of you. Top notch! You guys are the best! Kudos to all of you! But you all know things haven't been going very well as of late so we've decided to take a bold new direction. These big American ships are really becoming a prickly pear to our advancements in the Pacific, so here's our idea. What we want you fellas to do is load up your planes with a bunch of explosives, fly your planes in really, really close to those American warships, slam right into them and kaboom, no more battleship! The Emperor thinks it's a great idea and I have to agree." Well being the curious person that I am, I immediately put up my hand. "Uhh, excuse me Admiral. Great plan, great plan, but I was just curious how many rescue ships will be assigned to retrieve us when we eject from our planes before slamming into the American ships?" The Admiral gave me a quizzical look, kind of like the time when he ate that bad plate of sushi. "There will be no rescue ships! You will sacrifice yourself for the glory of Japan!" I was still a bit confused and I had to be absolutely clear on the whole plan. "Ahh Admiral , when you say 'sacrifice', do you mean voluntarily flying our planes into battleships causing our untimely deaths?" The Admiral didn't bother to answer my question for some reason and proceeded to hand slips of paper to the entire squadron.

So here I am sitting in the barracks staring at this piece of paper. I've been reading it over and over again for the past hour. "Do you desire earnestly/wish/do not wish, to be involved in the kamikaze attacks? Please circle one." Let me think about that one. Do I want to really, really kill myself, kind of kill myself or look like a big pussy in front of the Admiral? Man, the only reason I joined the Air Force was to pick up chicks. I mean c'mon chicks love pilots, trust me I know. Then all of a sudden this whole war thing starts up and I'm dodging bullets over the Philippines. Now instead of getting fluffy pillows for my cockpit I'm asked to take part in a suicide mission. How the hell can this get any worse? There's no way I'm taking part in this whole 'kamikaze' program. I may be a coward but at least I'm not dead. I've gotta get out of here. Think I'll quit the Air Force and take that job offer from my buddy in Nagasaki. Yeah…Nagasaki…sounds good.

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