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The messenger ran into the room, slowing as he approached the table which was surrounded by high ranking officers. With a salute, he handed a crisp, white envelope to a young officer, recently promoted First Officer Sakamaki. As the messenger turned to leave, Sakamaki tore the envelope open, and glanced at it’s contents. With a frown, he stepped up to the table and handed the piece of paper to his superior, Admiral Kusaka.

Kusaka immediately stopped in midsentence. The letterhead was familiar to him, and caused the man who never showed fear to his subordinates to waiver. With harsh word, Kusaka cleared the room of all support staff and soldiers without rank. Sakamaki, the lowest ranking, closed the door behind the fleeing, then somberly returned to the council of war.

“Our orders are in,” Kusaka informed his fellow officers. “We have but a few months to train our men and attack the United States of America.”

Around the room, the other officials nodded in agreement. All, that is except Sakamaki.

“Why?” Sakamaki demanded. “Attacking America would only bring about our own disaster!”

All eyes turned to Sakamaki. No one questioned the Order. Ever.

Sakamaki would be made an example of.

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