I own nothing from Hearts of Iron nor the Kaiserriech Mod.
Private Petros Sahakian
Journal Entry 10
June 13, 1932, Monday
This afternoon following lunch I was called in to see my company's co at his quarters. He wasn't alone. It was a major called Sullivan, he commanded the intelligence section for the Fourth Marines. Frankly it was a rather peculiar interview. The major apparently read Captain Miller's report about my involvement in the questioning of Eilij the fisherman we picked up before Guam.
Most specifically Major Sullivan wanted to know how I knew Eilij's language. So I repeated what I told my CO and the ship's skipper about my past with the Kato Family. Then the Major tested me by questioning me in Japanese. I answered him back before he next had me read an old telegram in the same language and translate it. Truth be told, learning to write Japanese wasn't easy years ago but the Katos wanted me to do it since a number of their customers are immigrants from their country.
Sullivan followed up by presenting me with a blank piece of paper and demanded I write a report about today in Japanese. It took some time but I finished it. Once that happened the intelligence officer read the report like a judgemental hawk. When done he dismissed me and so I took my leave.
I have a bad feeling he is going to make me a glorified clerk in some office here and that's the last thing I want. The issue is I have no say in that matter. Once you are in the Corps they'll use you in whatever way they see fit. Hope that last part didn't impress the major. One can dream.
Private Petros Sahakian
Journal Entry 11
June 15, 1932, Wednesday
Today me, Michail, Allen and Hector went on a motor patrol onboard a pickup truck in the sector that the Fourth Marines are supposed to watch over. Although it too big out for us to do our patrols effectively on foot. The municipal police handle that part anyway. Hector did the driving while the rest of us kept an eye out. I really believe AI loves the sound of his own voice, he kept finding excuses to talk during most of our route.
He would make quite the narrator for those newsreels or a radio announcer if he hadn't become a marine.
As for Michail he was scoping out establishments we can try when we finally get liberty. He loves strong drinks and this city is full of it. During said search the Greek spotted a disturbance that held up traffic in one corner, causing people to flee in the opposite direction. We got out of the pickup to see what was going on.
It was then we saw a heavyset man in his late thirties, in what had been a nice white suit now soiled, ranting and shouting in Spanish in the middle of the street. All the while wielding a handgun up, frightening people. Hector tried to calm him down, demanding he turn over the gun but Fatso wasn't having it. The guy was so drunk that even from several feet away I could smell his breath as he cursed at us.
Liquor and rage, a bad combination.
It really got intense there as we had our weapons aimed at Fatso. Hector was able to find out that the manic was from Spain and he was raging about his wife whom he claimed ran off on him. Again we tried to warn him to stand down but he would just shout all the more. The guy in his state was no threat to us but the bystanders were endan. If Fatso had lifted that pistol we would've had no choice.
Fortunately for everyone the Spaniard dropped the gun as he fell face first onto the pavement. Al secured the pistol as the rest of us checked on the man. He was only passed out. A pair of Chinese cops soon arrived on foot and after explaining what happened we left Fatso in their custody. He's their problem now.
No doubt there is going to be an investigation on our involvement in that whole affair. We'll be okay since we did nothing wrong and nor were we forced to shoot him. It's crazy to think all that happened on our first patrol. That stupid drunk had no idea how close to death he was.