CHAPTER TWO
SAKE TOWN IN SASEBO
“Are you sure
about this address, Sir?” Gunnery Sgt Hector Colón turned the paper over, as if
the directions might make more sense that way. “It’s in Sake Town.”
“Is there a
problem, gunny?”
General
Lukasziewicz, the Marine Commandant, had plucked his sergeant out of a hospital
ward a few months back, pinned a Purple Heart on him, and processed his
promotion to Gunnery Sergeant. The injuries Colón had received in the action on
Itbayat provided a convenient excuse to interrupt his progress through the
infantry ranks, at least for a little while, and seemed like a good way to keep
him from being debriefed about certain events by CIA operatives. Colón hadn’t
been assigned to any unit that included Capt Tenno, but he’d flown in her bird
a few times, and took part in the final firefight precipitated by her rescue of
Princess Akane of Japan. When Admiral James Crichton, Commander of the Pacific
Fleet, put a bug in his ear about deflecting any intrusive inquiries into the Jarheads
who’d been there, Lukasziewicz obliged without asking too many questions of his
own. So, for now, Hector Colón drove him wherever he needed to go in and around
Sasebo, Japan.
“No sir… it’s
just, most of the places on that end of the ginza
don’t… how shall I say?... I don’t know…”
“Spit it out,
Marine.”
“We may not be
welcome there, sir.”
Lukasziewicz
grumbled at this information, and watched as the Albuquerque Bridge, which connected
Nimitz Square, at the west end of the base, to the ginza, slipped past the side window. “What exactly is an izakaya?”



