by Noberu Izari (叙いざり) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/37491.html) The Vietnam War meant that no one knew when to be sympathetic or when to pity. I had been advised to pick neither road. It was too easy to be labeled a commie sympathizer, a traitor, and a shameful blemish on the perfect country that we were serving. I […]

by Noberu Izari (叙いざり) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/31879.html) “We are from the Outer Regions.” The discordant recitations of rows and rows of school children can still be heard in his mind. He remembers being one of them, small and dark-skinned, his frame enveloped in hand-me-downs. He had struggled with his collar, trying to keep it away from […]