Herman sat in the back of a helicopter while smoking a cigarette. The air whipped past his face while he checked how many rounds were loaded in his magazine. Not because he had fired any shots recently, but simply because of how bored he was at the moment.
In truth, the young officer would much rather be stationed in Japan, aiding with the reconstruction efforts. At least that way he could regularly visit the girl who had stolen his heart. After re-inserting the magazine into his assault rifle, Herman placed the weapon to the side as he pulled off his helmet and stared at a colored photograph.
The miracle of technology was rapidly advancing with each passing day, and no longer did he carry a black-and-white photo of his older sister in the lining of his Stahlhelm. Instead, Herman had a picture of the Japanese Princess Itami Momo. Which every time he looked at would force him to smile.
