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           Seventypercentofthepartsthatwentintoastate-of-the-artJacketcamefromChina,butthesuitsstillcouldn’tbemadewithoutJapanesetechnology.SoconvincingtheAmericanstocomehadn’tbeendifficult.

           Thecatchwasthatwithforeigntroopscametightersecurity.Suddenlytherewerechecksonthingslikemissingalcoholthatbasesecuritywouldhaveturnedablindeyetobefore.Whenthebrassfoundoutwhathadbeengoingon,theywereroyallypissed.

           "How’sthatforluck?Iwonderwhofuckedup."

           "Itain’tus.IknewtheAmericanswouldbewatchin’overtheirpreciousbattalionlikehawks.Wewerecarefulasavirginonpromnight."

           Yonabaruletoutanexaggeratedmoan."Ungh,mystomach…Sarge!Mystomachjuststartedhurtin’realbad!Ithinkit’smyappendix.OrmaybeIgottetanusbackwhenIhurtmyselftraining.Yeah,that’sgottabeit!"

           "Idoubtitwillclearupbeforetonight,sojustmakesureyoustayhydrated.Itwon’tlastuntiltomorrow,hearme?"

           "Oh,man.Itreallyhurts."

           "Kiriya.Seethathedrinkssomewater."

           "Sir."

           IgnoringYonabaru’scontinuedperformance,Ferrellwalkedoutofthebarracks.Assoonashisaudiencewasgone,Yonabarusatupandmadearudegestureinthedirectionofthedoor."He’sreallygotastickuphisass.Wouldn’tunderstandagoodjokeifitcamewithafuckingmanual.Ain’tnowayI’mgonnabelikethatwhenIgetold.AmIright?"

           "Iguess."

           "Fuck,fuck,fuck.Todayisturnin’toshit."

           ItwasallplayingouthowIremembered