Post by branches on Jun 27, 2007 5:43:37 GMT -5
"Show, King Baqir?"
His eyes didn't shift from the horizon as he puffed the Lucky Strike. Isoroku wondered if all the other countries of the world took him as ignorant or stupid. He wondered if they thought that Japan didn't get news of world events. Like they were still isolationists like Hideki Tojo wanted them to be.
"Shouldn't you be in your home country? There's a war afoot in your country and yet you stand here at a lavish palace a half a world away. A country's morale and fighting spirit is only as good as their leaders. It is seen all across time...Lincoln in the American Civil War, Napoleon in his Conquests of Europe, even Von Kruger in the Netherlands recently..." He took a few puffs of his cigarette before he worked up enough of a warmth of both the cat's piss in his mouth and adrenaline in his belly. "...You know that half that room sees you as an idealist threat. It doesn't help the cause of the Iraqi people to have their king in the middle of a banquet bringing his security detail nearly fully armed" He takes another long puff.
Theres a silent point between the two as the wind howls, Isoroku sighed. "I am sorry, just a little worked up over some of the recent things in my country's infrastructure, excuse me..." Yamamoto moves to the door, his hand reaches for the knock to the guards within when he turns with one side of his face visible to the King.
"The Italians say 'Una volta che il gioco รจ sopra, il re ed il pegno vanno indietro nella stessa scatola'...This is means 'Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box'...I will leave you to ponder this Italian saying as you smoke."
He knocked on the large wooden doors as the two guards he saw earlier smiled and nodded as he passed through the doors. He approached the doors to the performance but stopped and seated himself in a chair near the door to the hall, as a steely, yet young Russian guard approached him.
"Prime Minister, I am going to have to ask you to return to the hall, sir."
"Son, if you don't mind let me sit here, a little song goes a long way"
"Prime minister...I sugg..."
Yamamoto recognized the guard, he was present at the General Secretary and his meeting earlier in the month, he interrupted the young Lieutenant
"You were at the meeting with your General Secretary and I weren't you?"
"Um, Yes, Prime minister"
"You look like you fought in Finland"
"Why, Yes, I did. I was a Lieutenant with the 8th Army's 48th Division...we were along the Mannerheim Line"
"Thats interesting. How's a soldier like you end up here"
"I can't exactly divulge that information, sir"
"Ahh thats fine son. Come sit. Tell me of the Fin's and your experiences on the Mannerheim, I've heard it was a horrible battle on it for both sides"
The guard hesitantly sat down in the chair beside the Prime minister as Yamamoto removed his aviator's scarf and listened closely into the young man's words. He retorted every once in a while about his experience during the Russo-Japanese war. The two were both entangled in the conversation as the performance by Klavdiya Shulzhenko played in the background.
His eyes didn't shift from the horizon as he puffed the Lucky Strike. Isoroku wondered if all the other countries of the world took him as ignorant or stupid. He wondered if they thought that Japan didn't get news of world events. Like they were still isolationists like Hideki Tojo wanted them to be.
"Shouldn't you be in your home country? There's a war afoot in your country and yet you stand here at a lavish palace a half a world away. A country's morale and fighting spirit is only as good as their leaders. It is seen all across time...Lincoln in the American Civil War, Napoleon in his Conquests of Europe, even Von Kruger in the Netherlands recently..." He took a few puffs of his cigarette before he worked up enough of a warmth of both the cat's piss in his mouth and adrenaline in his belly. "...You know that half that room sees you as an idealist threat. It doesn't help the cause of the Iraqi people to have their king in the middle of a banquet bringing his security detail nearly fully armed" He takes another long puff.
Theres a silent point between the two as the wind howls, Isoroku sighed. "I am sorry, just a little worked up over some of the recent things in my country's infrastructure, excuse me..." Yamamoto moves to the door, his hand reaches for the knock to the guards within when he turns with one side of his face visible to the King.
"The Italians say 'Una volta che il gioco รจ sopra, il re ed il pegno vanno indietro nella stessa scatola'...This is means 'Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box'...I will leave you to ponder this Italian saying as you smoke."
He knocked on the large wooden doors as the two guards he saw earlier smiled and nodded as he passed through the doors. He approached the doors to the performance but stopped and seated himself in a chair near the door to the hall, as a steely, yet young Russian guard approached him.
"Prime Minister, I am going to have to ask you to return to the hall, sir."
"Son, if you don't mind let me sit here, a little song goes a long way"
"Prime minister...I sugg..."
Yamamoto recognized the guard, he was present at the General Secretary and his meeting earlier in the month, he interrupted the young Lieutenant
"You were at the meeting with your General Secretary and I weren't you?"
"Um, Yes, Prime minister"
"You look like you fought in Finland"
"Why, Yes, I did. I was a Lieutenant with the 8th Army's 48th Division...we were along the Mannerheim Line"
"Thats interesting. How's a soldier like you end up here"
"I can't exactly divulge that information, sir"
"Ahh thats fine son. Come sit. Tell me of the Fin's and your experiences on the Mannerheim, I've heard it was a horrible battle on it for both sides"
The guard hesitantly sat down in the chair beside the Prime minister as Yamamoto removed his aviator's scarf and listened closely into the young man's words. He retorted every once in a while about his experience during the Russo-Japanese war. The two were both entangled in the conversation as the performance by Klavdiya Shulzhenko played in the background.
