My Enemy, My Friend

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"Those damned fools!" Yukio growled. "Don't they realize Tokyo has been burned to the ground? Did no one have the sense to change the orders?"

In that moment, Yukio realized the war was lost. He stared, frozen in his tracks, at the macabre sight before him. Finally, he turned to Senji and said in a gentle voice, "Do not worry, my trusted friend. The murder of your sweet wife and children will be avenged."

Only a few office buildings remained standing in downtown Tokyo. One of those, a tall, chrome and glass tower, was the headquarters of the Tosui Trading Company. Inside this building, in a tenth floor conference room, seven men, dressed in traditional kimonos, were seated around a large, round glass table. Outside, the constant wail of sirens could be heard but the seven most powerful men in Tokyo seemed oblivious to the sounds.

The past month might well have been the worst in thousands of years of Japanese history. The Imperial Army was retreating on all fronts and many army units had been returned to Japan to prepare for the impending American invasion.

The seven men finished their tea. Putting down his cup, Yukio Matsuda, representing the Tosui Trading Company, called the meeting to order. "I want to welcome you and to apologize for the condition of my humble office.

"This is a sad day. our country is in ruins and our military is faltering. It appears that it is not time for victory for Japan."

Yukio looked around, eyeing each of the other men at the table. He depended on their support to set his plan in motion. "It is now up to us to restore dignity and pride to Japan. We may not win this battle but, if we work together, we will ultimately win the war."

Several of the men looked up at him, puzzled. "Please understand," Yukio continued, "the war I refer to is not this one of military might but a new war -- one that will be waged starting today, March 1, 1945. This will be a war that will require great patience and wisdom, but it is a war that we must win."

By the looks on their faces, Yukio knew he had their complete attention. Smiling, he went on. "The war in which we will be victorious is an economic war. If we all work together, following the plan, we will bring the Americans to their knees. We will succeed in taking over the United States of America. The next millennium will belong to Japan.”

Mr. Nakamura rose and, in a shaky voice said, "With all due respect, Matsuda-San, our country is in ruins. Our factories have been destroyed by American B-29’s. There are people starving. Many of our young men have been killed and others are committing sepuku. Perhaps we will survive -- but can we rise and conquer?"

Yukio nodded patiently. "Not only will we survive, but we will spring back stronger than before. We Japanese are like the bamboo --

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