Gone hunting. - Leiyoi
"Reporting in!
I passed the test
and entered Intermediate I~
やったぁぁ！"
You have made it this far and found the secret place where the Holy Mail lies… But what is this? There is a strong force stopping you from entering…! A voice calls to you, “Engrave ‘The Password’ and you shall pass…” What will you do?
Instructions for American Servicemen in Britain
Issued by - War Department - Washington, D.C.
1942
This is where I will be keeping all my journal entries I wrote while staying in Japan.
It’s password locked~ For people who know, just use the usual password to access it. For those who don’t, well… if you really want to read it, you can ask me, I guess…? o.O?
BRITISH WOMEN AT WAR. A British woman officer or non-commissioned officer can—and often does—give orders to a man private. The men obey smartly and know it is no shame. For British women have proven themselves in this way. They have stuck to their posts near burning ammunition dumps, delivered messages afoot after their motorcycles have been blasted from under them. They have pulled aviators from burning planes. They have died at the gun posts and as they fell another girl has stepped directly into the position and “carried on”. There is not a single record in this war of any British woman in uniformed service quitting her post or failing in her duty under fire.
Now you understand why British soldiers respect the women in uniform. They have won the right to the utmost respect. When you see a girl in khaki or air-force blue with a bit of ribbon on her tunic—remember she didn’t get it for knitting more socks than anyone else in Ipswich.
This was one of the passages that I read in that little instruction/handbook given to American servicemen while they stayed in Britain (Title: Instructions for American Servicemen in Britain).
Although it was written in war times—and therefore very likely somewhat exaggerated and biased—it moved me quite a lot. Cried the first time I read it… = v =;;
It reminds me of that time I saw those army girls pulling themselves across jagged rocks with only their upper arms (on TV). They were forcibly pushing their scratched and bloody elbows into the rocks, as if they enjoyed doing it (although I’m sure it was more of a ‘life-or-death’ simulation, therefore necessary)…! It was terrifying for me to see. But I have a lot of respect for their tenacity…
Honestly though, I will be very happy if I never have to do those same things…
The first tiles I picked by random happened to spell out, ‘DENY GOD’… o.o
…then, on my first turn, I managed to change it to ‘GODSEND’.
…kinda cool, eh…?
= v =;;
Cherry Blossom Viewing Yesterday Night
Overhearing a conversation between two of my friends. Well, one friend and a new friend that I just made yesterday.
“Stop looking like you’re sleepy.”
“What about Emily? She looks sleepy, too!”
“She always looks like that so it doesn’t count.”
“o.O”
= v =;;
Hooray for my sleepy eyes. I can always get away with looking sleepy. Kukuku~
