Getting to know you, subchapter four: Soldiers
Heavy had had to explain to soldier several times that they were not going to kill anyone anymore.
" RETREAT? The idea is cowardly and un american!"
" No, soldiah, we are not retreating if we vere never attacking."
" Not attacking?! Why the hell did you sign up for the army if you didn't want to attack anything? CHARGE!" He'd roared and burst through the door into the cafeteria. Luckily, everyone had dispersed already.
" Ha! You see, you get on the offense and the enemy runs like cockroaches!" Another American victory!"
But the heavy wasn't listening anymore. He'd wandered off into the kitchen, something about a sandwich. Calling in a bark like pattern, a female voice suddenly burst out from across the room.
" A victory for America is a victory for me!" A woman of asiatic descent marched out in full camouflage uniform, her hair pulled into a bun so tight it was a wonder it didn't all pull out of her scalp.
" What, an asian?! The Japanese are invading! It's pearl harbor all over again, to your battlestations men!"
" Japanese, where?!" The female soldier scampered to the male soldier's side of the room. " All I see are you and I, Americans to the core right soldier?"
"You're not a Japanese pilot?"
" AMERICA!" Was all the woman screamed in response. Good enough for the soldier. No asiatic scum would be so fervent about democracy.
The pair of them spent the rest of the evening fortifying one of the cafeteria doors. If those Japs showed their ugly mugs again, they'd be there to show them who's boss.
Life, liberty, freedom, the american dream.