Nightfall, an undisclosed location in the Pacific.

Do you see the bastards?

Target sighted at 3 o'clock.

Okay, I'll give you a hint.

It's near Japan.

Vector, vector, Roger, Oprah, permission granted to drop the payload.

Permission granted to spank their little buttons.

You're all clear, Sergeant.

Give them hell and tell him Uncle Sam sent you.

I'm trying to shoot my sniper rifle into the wall over there until it spells fuck you.

But then I realized, I don't think these guys read English.

And I don't know how to be rude in any other language.

There's only one language guys like this understand.

I hope it's English.

No.

Bullets.

The sound of a gun is the only true universal language.

The sound of that chopper got me feeling like I speak Esperanto.

The enemy's coming.

Then it's a damn good thing I was already shooting.

In the darkness, we see a half dozen men crest in nearby hill.

They are incredibly elderly Japanese men wearing the military uniform of World War II

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