In a few moments, Minobe knows, the Charge will knock on the door, and he will have to face him again.
It rises then, as it does, every day, that need, that want, that impulse.
He needs a drink.
But one, of course, would lead to another, and another, and the nightmares would begin again.............
But it was so damn hot!.
He stares through the small porthole at the sparkling blue outside his prison cell of a cabin, and wonders how he has returned, of all places, to here.
Simply put, Japans military does not recongnise what occurred to him.
He hardly dares to recongnise it himself.
That first Doctor in Manilla..........
Nervous exhaustion?, whatever.............
No, no, no, Japans warriors do not break down. They may be injured, hurt, yes. And they recover from injuries.
So, so Minobe, you struck your head yes?. Concussion yes?. Surely you remember?
Ahhh..........how easy to nod, to hide the shame, the bewilderment, and say, yes, yes, I must have suffered concussion.
Of course, deep down, he knows this is bull.
Worse, he knows the Charge, his men, knows..........
For the hundreth time, he curses fate that see's his posting back to this bloody bucket.
But then, of course, thats what "recovered injuries' do.
He is trapped.
I am trapped.
If only we were at sea, if only i had the thousand and one things to do that sea requires.
If only battle could come, and I can redeem myself ................
There it is. The nock of the Charge on his door. The morning report
Gods. He needs a drink............