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Kamikaze Pilot



The battleship below was engulfed in the unholy flames of war. Already, two of my fellow pilots had gone down, smashed into the ship bearing the hated American flag. We hated them, because we were told to hate them. We hated them, because we truly believed that we hated them. We hated them because they were the reason our empirical dreams were ruined. We hated them because they were the reason our children would grow up poor in a defeated nation. We hated them enough to give up our lives in a desparate attempt to destroy their will. Deep down, we, as a nation, knew that we were coming to a swift and decisive end; Germany had already fallen, so the Allies had no reason to split their forces. The Americans drew closer every day. And yet I knew, //I knew//, I knew because they told me it would, I knew that this sacrifice would stop them. I knew that it would drive them back; it would terrify the Americans with the sheer will of me and my countrymen. And I knew that my family would honor me forever; that they would go on, proud, proud that their husband, father, and anchor gave his life for them, so that they may grow up proud. My ammunition cartridge empty; low upon takeoff, as recommended; I turned my plane downwards, threw caution (quite literally) to the wind, and dove headfirst into a previously unscathed American ship; I saw my brother follow suit. May the gods bless Japan.



Val Arko Danielle Stewart