Author's Note: This chapter is from the point of view of a character out of the book, not the movie.

Excitement was something I never expected in my life as a peasant.  Farming was my life, my job, my existence.  Until the night the sky fell.  American planes are coming! my baba said. Follow me and we will help them if they crash!  I ran after him, into the darkness and suddenly my eyes were blinded by a flash of fire as a plane crashed nearby.  Right into our rice fields.  I had a moment to grieve over the lost money and meals that the plane destroyed before I heard the shots.  A Japanese patrol had found the Americans.  Other farmers ran up beside us, watching the dark shapes of Japanese soldier and American pilots move around.  What do we do? I asked my baba.  We will help them, he replied fiercely.  And we did.  We rushed upon the Japanese soldiers and killed them, there, in our fields.  There was one American soldier who was dying.  Some of us crowded around him, unsure of what to do, when his friend pushed us aside.  We watched as the American man died, and his friend held his body and wept.  And I knew that I would become a soldier when I grew up.  I would not live a farmer's life.  Even if I had to die in a foreign country, surrounded by strangers, I would become a soldier.  I would fight for my life and country like the American pilot fought and died for his.