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About Osaka

Started out last week, right, proper knackered after a pint too many. We shall fight the haze of booze, the fog of war in me head! Stumbled down Soho – not the posh bit, nah, the grimy end where the air stinks of chips and regret. Little known fact: back in Churchill’s day, they’d call em “ladies of the night” – fancy that, like they’re bloody duchesses! Made me chuckle, thinkin of some tart in a tiara, struttin like she owns the place.

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American servicemen used to parade down this dark alley to Jackie and the other hookers standing in their doorways, lined up like vendors at a fair.

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Kadena. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s Japan, not the Sahara! Anyway, I grabbed my coffee from that little spot on Route 58. You know the one? The one with the weird mascot? Yeah, that place.

Vermont Air National Guard deploys to Kadena