You know, I want to make a joke about the timing of things, but there’s really no need. Sometimes a subgirl shows up a day after she debuts. Some take years.
Anyways. I’m Pam. We’ve actually met – such as this one here. My niche is medicine. If you pop over to the Pampanito’s website you’ll quickly see why that became a sticking point in my character design, and if you wait a bit you’ll probably hear it from me anyways whenever we finally collate and assemble the book.
Medicine is an interesting topic. Here is where I think the modern day abstraction of “healing” or “health points” (is that what you call them) is not inaccurate. The primary purpose of medicine in the military is to maintain the fighting capabilities of the men by making sure they’re healthy. You care for the sick and the injured. In that regard, yes, if there is such a thing as a magical “med-gun” or whatever have you, that would be great! I’d love to use that instead of practicing medicine!
The submarine officer, however, has to do a bit more than that. Let’s think about a few of these as we go on. So, Tautog? Let’s go tell the reader what you’ve learned so far.
We all knew the importance of the aircraft carrier on the Pacific War at large, and there are many individuals that you can credit to its elevation. I, however, think (at least on the US side), the handsome devil I posted up there should get the bulk of the credit.
I’m no hero. Far from one. There are days where I return home wounded and battered and tired and the only thing I want is a little corner where I can hide in.
There are days where I want nothing more than to have everything go exactly my way for once. A day where I can shirk all responsibility, to just do whatever it is that I want, to bear no responsibility or consequence for what I do.
I can’t. Try as I might, I just really don’t think I’d end up enjoying myself. I feel I’m truly happy when the people I love are happy. I feel like I’m only truly free when I have the freedom to say “yes” or “no” to myself. It’s, I guess how would I put it? Doing the right thing and being responsible really do make me happy. It makes me feel alive. It makes me feel great. I, um, have very simple interests. I like cute things and I like the simple joys in life. Sometimes I tough things out because I know it’ll be worth it once the hard stuff’s over.
You’re going to think I’m weird, aren’t you?
Hmm, well, it’s what it is.
You know, it’s what Yorkie says to me, too. When the war’s over and we all settle down, someone’s going to get an earful. I, uh, can only hope that it’s someone who would apply the same standard as I would to myself. We’d both be really happy then.