The battlefield was quiet as the soldiers were walking across the barren wasteland searching for survivors. General Chaing Kai-shek glared with a solid face at the blood and gore and destruction. His eyes had obviously seen too much. Sergeant Xren meandered over to his general when suddenly the general whipped his head around right in his face. This frightened the Sergeant because he had never seen the general’s scars and glazed eye.

Sgt. Xren quivered his lip while the general barked at him “what do you want soldier?” Xren stuttered a bit with fear “it seems, I don’t know how to say this sir but, the Americans killed your son.” Chaing stood there staring off into the distance as if he was in a daze. Then, out of the blue, he pulled his katana out of his leather and iron sheath and sliced into the torso and the neck of the sergeant even after he had fallen to the ground. He stood up and ran towards the closest person he could find. He was blood thirsty. The first person he saw was a Private First Class; it was only his second day on duty. The private didn’t even have a chance. He had just enough time to turn around and see how he was to die. For a moment, their eyes met. They both stood there just gawking at each other. After about three minutes the general lunged the Japanese sword through his neck and into the cold air; blood dripping off the razor blade.