1275psi
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Across the bay from the city of Kagoshima lies a sleeping giant. Its name is Sakura-Jima volcano – and it sits today quietly grumbling –a frown of brown smoke rolling from its crown.. The volcano has sat semi active for as long as Juni can remember – something in the back ground of his life. It’s a mountain he and his brother had long sworn to climb. Today –he has. Its been a long, long journey – -he;s hitched a ride to Kagoshima with some great gorilla of a transport pilot –Hosho? – was that his name? –a great and funny guy though . From there –a train trip into town, a ferry ride across the bay –and then the begging of a bicycle from a local fisherman’s family. The ride up, has been long, long and strenuous indeed. It has tested every muscle, strained a body that really needs more exercise. Its also been sheer pleasure –from the wearing of dirty civees, to the sweat so freely flowing It has been worth it. The silence, the beauty, the communion with his Father, his brother –the peace of simply fulfilling child hood dreams. Its good to be sober today, good to be alive Occasionally the great peak has grumbled in the mists above him, and the snatches of sulpher have been unique. The ride down –has been exhilarating……. Its now evening, and he stands, deeply content,, on the pier awaiting the ferry. He has no plans, no goals –just a little more living to do. In the harbour two mighty shapes lie at anchor – battleships. Hasn’t Miyazuki a brother of his on one of those big barsteds? His peace is shattered as a group of obviously drunk sailors come down in a rabble towards the pier. Juni ignores them, idly wondering how he will spend his money tonight. “hey you!” It takes Juni a few moments to realise that he is the “hey you!” There are four of them, three smaller, one larger. The Larger leers at him -brain probably addled by a heavy day of drinking “ This pier is for service men only –scat fisherman!” Juni stands tall “No trouble my friend, there is room for all hero’s here” Tall one spits onto the wharf. ‘I count four heros here –and one coward –which are you dirty little man?” The Navy. Why does it have to always be the Navy? A brutal Naval father I-26 taking him to the grave Majuro A million engagements –and always it seems –to protect the bloody navy………….. He growls “You have no idea my friend……………” In Novels, in drama’s –Juni now proceeds to heroically wipe the pier with Navy arse. But this is reality Four to one It is short, brutal, and the water is very, very cold. And who knows what consequences this little fracas will have in the months ahead?
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