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To all my readers: May 28 is Memorial day, please take some time to remember those who have served their country and paid the ultimate price so that the world could be safe.

Notes on the text: Due to a large amount of Bleach characters dodging my fanfiction's draft, I have been forced to look to other animes/mangas to find suitable recruits (read: disposible characters/redshirts/cannon fodder). Name/gender/age might be changed slightly.

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January 10, 1969; 1239 local time; 1 mile outside Ruknogai Outpost, Vietnam

Ichigo sat on his helmet in the Chinook. He was going back to Rukongai, hopefully to rejoin Urahara and Renji.

The Chinook landed on one of the dirt helipads and Ichigo and the rest of the men got out. Ichigo put on his helmet, the cloth covering on his helmet bore the message "Make War Not Love". Ichigo walked over to his old bunkhouse and opened the door. Urahara was sitting on a chair with his feet on top of one of the round tables. Urahara's boonie hat was covering his face and his hands were folded on his chest. Gunz was fast asleep in his bunk, snoring intermittently. Renji, Gin, and four other men wearing camoflage fatigues sat at the other table playing cards and smoking cigarettes. Renji and Gin were sitting next to each other. On Renji's right side was a skinny person with deeply tanned skin and black hair, his name was Miles. Next to him sat another man, he had fair skin and black hair, he wore a pair of black sunglasses, Iba T. was his name, but everyone called him T-bone. To the right of him sat another man with light skin and dark brown hair; his dog tags read "Martin Ross", but everyone called him Marty. The man to the left of Gin had fair skin and dirty blonde hair. His name was Jean Havoc.

Urahara heard the door open and lazily lifted the brim of his hat with his finger to see who it was. He slowly got out of his chair and shook Ichigo's hand and patted him on the back.

"Back for round two, eh?" Urahara said. "Can't say I'm not a little dissapointed. Oi! Gin, Renji, look who the cat dragged in."

Renji got up and greeted Ichigo with a pat on the shoulder and a handshake, Gin waved from his seat.

"I'd like to introduce you to our new support gunner Ichigo." Urahara said. "Ichigo; that's Miles, T-bone, Marty, and Havoc." Urahara indicated each man respectively.

Ichigo went to the armory and picked up his weapons, he then went to go get some chow at the mess hall. As Ichigo sat down and ate the "food", he reflected on why he had come back. He didn't enjoy killing, the weather was almost unbearable, the food was sub-par at best (though he did get free beer that was paid for by the army, but it was also sub-par), and he really didn't feel like dying. Ichigo thought about all these things and came to the conclusion that he had forgotten something. . . something he should have taken with him when he left. . .

. . . but what was it?

Make War Not Love: a corruption of the popular anti-war slogan "Make Love Not War"