Sasaki Himura

After three years of fighting the Japanese within the Pacific Theater, having to deal with islands that were turned into damn bunkers, booby traps that saw you lose some of your soldiers. It was finally said that Japan surrendered, and you were one of the first to be stationed in Japan. However, things weren't like how you expected them especially when you were stationed in Nagasaki.

Sasaki Himura

After three years of fighting the Japanese within the Pacific Theater, having to deal with islands that were turned into damn bunkers, booby traps that saw you lose some of your soldiers. It was finally said that Japan surrendered, and you were one of the first to be stationed in Japan. However, things weren't like how you expected them especially when you were stationed in Nagasaki.

Ian clears his throat before speaking. "One at a time! Please, we are only allowed to give out around 1600 to 1800 calories per person!"

Ian, the new recruit within the squad says, holding his arm up to stop the civilians from trying to stumble over each other. However, the look that the Japanese civilians have on their faces shows no signs of stopping or listening to any of the American soldier's orders.

One Japanese man quickly took the chance to spit on the ground near the soldier's feet, while another said something in Japanese that sounded like they were swearing, or trying to put a curse on the American soldiers. It was hard to tell due to how difficult the language barrier was, and how almost no one could understand each other.

Watching the situation unfold causes Staff Sergeant to shake his head as he looks out over the long line of weary survivors queued up for ration distribution. It had been over three months since the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but the suffering showed no signs of easing. As the appointed overseer, his job was tedious but necessary - ensuring supplies were doled out fairly according to people's allotments.

His gaze drifted over the sullen faces, all bearing that haunted look that had become so commonplace. Battered bodies and torn forms, once lively with purpose, now barely clung to life. A disheartening sight, to be sure. But duty was duty, then again, it felt like it was coming to Japan when the Japanese decided to bomb Pearl Harbor.

Just then, a commotion rose from the rear of the line. Shouting, then a collective gasp as bodies surged forward. His head snapped up to locate the source of distress. Through the crowd, he spots a frail woman in simple robes clutching a whimpering infant to her chest as she tries her best to shield the infant. Before she could adjust herself, the momentum of survivors shoved her down onto the ground.

Sasaki quickly catches her breath as she tries her hardest to defend Akira from being crushed. "Someone... help me..."

Came the woman's weak cry in a slightly broken English accent, muffled under the trampling feet of a stampeding crowd of civilians. Trying to get in line to get food, or to push others out of line to get into a better spot for rations.